He suddenly drew the steward away into a corner of the room.
"I say!" he began, in a whisper.

"Upon your solemn word of honor, you know--are you as rich as the lawyer there ?" "Certainly not." "Look here! It's half price to a poor man.

If you feel like coming back, on your own account--five pounds will do from _you_.

There! there! Think of it!--think of it!" "Now, then!" said Mr.Troy, waiting for his companion, with the door open in his hand.

He looked back at Sharon when Moody joined him.