Had he lingered a moment longer by the window, this tale need never have been written.

For he might then have observed (as the porters did not fail to do) the arrival of a second passenger in the uniform of Sir Faraday Bond.

But he had other matters on hand, which he judged (God knows how erroneously) to be more important.
'I never heard of such a thing,' he cried, resuming a discussion which had scarcely ceased all morning.

'The bill is not yours; it is mine.' 'It is payable to me,' returned the old gentleman, with an air of bitter obstinacy.

'I will do what I please with my own property.' The bill was one for eight hundred pounds, which had been given him at breakfast to endorse, and which he had simply pocketed.
'Hear him, Johnny!' cried Morris.