He's a landlord, he says, and lives on everybody's custom.' 'He's a jewel,' smiled Mr Chester, 'and the better for being a dull one .-- Well ?' 'Varden's daughter--that's the girl I kissed--' '-- and stole the bracelet from upon the king's highway,' said Mr Chester, composedly.

'Yes; what of her ?' 'She wrote a note at our house to the young woman, saying she lost the letter I brought to you, and you burnt.

Our Joe was to carry it, but the old one kept him at home all next day, on purpose that he shouldn't.
Next morning he gave it to me to take; and here it is.' 'You didn't deliver it then, my good friend ?' said Mr Chester, twirling Dolly's note between his finger and thumb, and feigning to be surprised.
'I supposed you'd want to have it,' retorted Hugh.

'Burn one, burn all, I thought.' 'My devil-may-care acquaintance,' said Mr Chester--'really if you do not draw some nicer distinctions, your career will be cut short with most surprising suddenness.

Don't you know that the letter you brought to me, was directed to my son who resides in this very place?
And can you descry no difference between his letters and those addressed to other people ?' 'If you don't want it,' said Hugh, disconcerted by this reproof, for he had expected high praise, 'give it me back, and I'll deliver it.