Go, and--come back." "If you have a Bradshaw," said Dick, "I'll look out my train now.

I think there is an express to London about seven in the morning, if you can send me to the station." "But the post only comes in at eight." "Well, you can send my letters after me." "I dare say I can, my diplomatist.

But you are not going to leave till the post has arrived, when you will receive business letters requiring your immediate presence in London.

You are not going to let a woman know that you leave on her account." "You are very sharp, Cackles," said Dick, drearily.

"And I'll take a leaf out of your book and lie, if you think it is the right thing.