What do you think of all that ?" "Think!" I repeated contemptuously; "I think the inhabitants of Barkingham are the best finders of mares' nests in all England.

The doctor is making important chemical discoveries (the possible value of which I can appreciate, being chemical myself), and he is not quite fool enough to expose valuable secrets to the view of all the world.

His laboratory is at the top of the house, and he wisely shuts it off from the bottom to prevent accidents.

He is one of the best fellows I ever met with, and his daughter is the loveliest girl in the world.

What do you all mean by making mysteries about nothing?
He has given me an invitation to go and see him.