Newton, who had not taken off his clothes, came out to meet him.
"Well, Newton, how is your mother ?" said Hilton, "I hope you are not angry with me: I certainly was the occasion of the accident, but I could not bear to see your worthy father treated in that manner." "I blush to acknowledge, Mr Hilton, that she deserved it all," replied Newton; "but I am very much alarmed about the condition of Mr Spinney.
Have you heard this morning ?" "No; but between ourselves, Newton, doctors always make the worst of their cases.

I never heard of a pewter-pot killing a man; he'll do well enough, never fear.

I came to tell you that I've a letter last night from Repton, who says that the shingle must be delivered before the tenth of next month, or the contract will be void.

He desires that I will send the sloop directly, or he must employ another craft.

Now, I think you had better start at once; there's a nice fair wind for you, and you'll be down afore night." "Why, really, Mr Hilton, I do not exactly like to leave home just now," replied Newton, thoughtfully.
"Well, as you please, Mr Forster," rejoined Hilton, with apparent displeasure.