I assure you it reminded me of my young days, when I was put into my first pair of trousers.

Has Alfred forgotten anything?
Have I got my braces on?
Have I come out in my shirt-sleeves?
Well, dear aunt;--well, Mr.
Troy!--what can I say?
What can I do ?" Lady Lydiard, entirely without sympathy for nervous suffering, nodded to the lawyer.

"You tell him," she said.
"I believe I speak for her Ladyship," Mr.Troy began, "when I say that we should like to hear, in the first place, how the whole case strikes you, Mr.Sweetsir ?" "Tell it me all over again," said Felix.
Patient Mr.Troy told it all over again--and waited for the result.
"Well ?" said Felix.
"Well ?" said Mr.Troy.

"Where does the suspicion of robbery rest in your opinion?
You look at the theft of the bank-note with a fresh eye." "You mentioned a clergyman just now," said Felix.

"The man, you know, to whom the money was sent.