"I hope you'll like my wife.
You needn't be afraid of being made to be idle if you spend your evenings there, for we are all reading people.

Will you come and dine to-day ?" Florence had told him that she was her brother Theodore's favorite sister, and that Theodore as a husband and a brother, and a man, was perfect.

But Theodore had dusted his boots with his handkerchief, and Harry Clavering would not dine with him on that day.
And then it was perfectly manifest to him that every one in the office knew his destiny with reference to old Burton's daughter.

He had been one of the Stratton men, and no more than any other had he gone unscathed through the Stratton fire.

He had been made to do the regular thing, as Granger, Scarness, and others had done it.