He said he was glad to see me, but I knew that he lied.

He would have given anything to have kept me away.
"Broken your arm ?" I exclaimed, feeling bound to take some notice of the sling.
"Yes," he replied; "met with an accident to it.

But luckily it's only the left one, so it doesn't hinder me much! I have finished seven chapters of the last volume of 'Lynwood,' and was just wanting to ask you a legal question." All this time his eyes bore my scrutiny defiantly; they seemed to dare me to say one other word about the broken arm.

I didn't dare--indeed to this day I have never mentioned the subject to him.
But that evening, while he was helping the Major to bed, the old landlady made some pretext for toiling up to the top of the house, where I sat smoking in Derrick's room.
"You'll excuse my making bold to speak to you, sir," she said.

I threw down my newspaper, and, looking up, saw that she was bubbling over with some story.
"Well ?" I said, encouragingly.
"It's about Mr.Vaughan, sir, I wanted to speak to you.