But it hasn't." He sighed deeply, and rose, for it was late, and the little fire had burned out.
Mr.Dale bent forward, with his elbows on his lean knees, and gently knocked the ashes from his silver pipe.

Then he got up, and, standing with his back to the cold grate, and the tails of his flowered dressing-gown under each arm in a comfortable way, he looked at the lawyer, with his head a little on one side, as though he were about to speak.

Mr.Denner noticed it.
"Ah, you cannot make any suggestion, Henry ?" "Well," said Mr.Dale, "it seems to me I had a thought--a sort of a proverb, you might say--but it slips my memory." Mr.Denner, with his overcoat half on, stood quite still, and trembled.
"It is something about how to make up your mind," Mr.Dale continued, very slowly; "let me see." "How to make up your mind ?" cried Mr.Denner.

"That's just the thing! I'm sure, that's just the thing! And we cannot but have the greatest confidence in proverbs.

They are so eminently trustworthy.