But, of course, you do not know me, yet, and I must not expect you to trust me so far." He is certainly a man of noble nature.

Poor dear Lucy was right about him.

He stood up and opened a large drawer, in which were arranged in order a number of hollow cylinders of metal covered with dark wax, and said, "You are quite right.

I did not trust you because I did not know you.

But I know you now, and let me say that I should have known you long ago.