Hiram, put this boy out," said the old gentleman, quite beside himself as he thought of his grand-daughter.

"Seen, indeed! What business have you to see, Sir ?" "So often seen your venerable figure," resumed Abel in the same tone as before, while Mr.Burt turned suddenly and looked at him closely, "that I naturally asked who you were.

I was told, Sir; and hearing of your wealth and old family, and so on, Sir, I was interested--it was only natural, Sir--in all that belongs to you." "Eh! eh! what ?" said Mr.Burt, quickly.
"Particularly, Mr.Burt, in your--" "By Jove! young man, you'd better go if you don't want to have your head broken.

D'ye come here to beard me in my own house?
By George! your impudence stupefies me, Sir.

I tell you go this minute!" But Abel continued: "In your beautiful--" "Don't dare to say it, Sir!" cried the old man, shaking his finger.
"Place," said Abel, quietly.
The old gentleman glared at him with a look of mixed surprise and suspicion.