The latter had a notion that somewhere the lawyer had a cave in which he kept Jean's fortune, great casks of gold pieces and trunks of precious stones, and that any lack of manners on his part might lose Jean her inheritance.

He was disappointed to find him dressed like any ordinary man.

He had had a dim hope that he would look like Ali Baba and wear a turban.
After Mr.Dickson had finished saying all he had come to say, and had gone to catch his train, Jean started out to call on her minister.
Pamela met her at the gate.
"Well, Jean, and whither away?
You look very grave.

Are you going to tell the King the sky's falling ?" "Something of that kind.

I'm going to see Mr.Macdonald.