"Master Lindsay, he speaks like a book.
You're a disgrace to your hage and sect, you are! I'd as soon fight with an old charwoman.

Though, bless you, young gentlemen," he added, as Bully Tom slunk off muttering, "he _is_ the biggest blackguard in the place; and what the Rector'll say, when he comes to know as you've been mingled up with him, passes me." "He'll forgive us, I dare say," said Master Arthur.

"I only wish he could have seen you emerge from behind that stone! It was a sight for a century! I wonder what the youngster thought of it! Hi, Willie, here, Sir! What did you think of the second ghost ?" Bill had some doubts as to the light in which he ought to regard that apparition; but he decided on the simple truth.
"I thought it looked very horrid, Sir." "I should hope it did! The afternoon's work of three able-bodied men has been marvellously wasted if it didn't.

However, I must say you halloed out loud enough!" Bill coloured, the more so as Mr.Lindsay was looking hard at him over the top of his spectacles.
"Don't you feel rather ashamed of all your fright, now you've seen the ghosts without their sheets ?" inquired the clever young gentleman.
"Yes, Sir," said Bill, hanging his head.

"I shall never believe in ghosts again, Sir, though." Mr.Bartram Lindsay took off his glasses, and twiddled them in his fingers.
"Well, well," he said in a low hurried voice; "I'm not the parson, and I don't pretend to say what you should believe and what you shouldn't.
We know precious little as to how much the spirits of the dead see and know of what they have left behind.