There are the conditions, Miss Isabel, on which I'll give you your information.

If you stop to dispute with me, the candle's alight, and I'll burn it!" It was useless to contend with him.

Isabel and Moody gave him the promise that he required.

He handed the sealed envelope to Isabel with a low bow.

"When the week's out," he said, "you will own I'm a cleverer fellow than you think me now.