I was afraid you wouldn't accept my offer; but there it is.

You've played the part of a gentleman, Green----" "Oh, go and be hanged!" "Is there anything I can do for you ?" inquired Sidcup, with a friendly and admiring look in his eyes, which, though they were rather too fond of viewing themselves in the looking-glass, were honest and true.
"Yes, you can go and get the property pistol and shoot me," said Derrick.

"But leave me alone now, there's a good fellow.

I've given you my word." "And you'll stick to it, I know," said Sidcup, shaking hands with him.
Isabel sat beside her patient that night, as she had sat for the four preceding ones; but few words passed between them, for Derrick seemed to be sleepy--at any rate, he lay with his eyes closed.

The next day it was Isabel who was silent; for, woman-like, she felt that a barrier had risen between them, and she was wondering what it could be.