Timmins, your time is out." The spruce clerk hung his head with shame and mortification.
"I hope, sir, you will----" he began, but pride or fear stopped him short.
"Don't be hard with him, sir, if you please," said Bobby.

"I suppose I aggravated him." Mr.Bayard looked at the gentleman who stood by his side, and a smile of approbation lighted up his face.
"Generous as he is noble! Butler, this is the boy that saved Ellen." "Indeed! He is a little giant!" replied Mr.Butler, grasping Bobby's hand.
Even Timmins glanced with something like admiration in his looks at the youth whom he had so lately despised.

Perhaps, too, he thought of that Scripture wisdom about entertaining angels unawares.

He was very much abashed, and nothing but his silly pride prevented him from acknowledging his error and begging Bobby's forgiveness.
"I can't have a liar about me," said Mr.Bayard.
"There may be some mistake," suggested Mr.Butler.
"I think not.

Robert Bright couldn't lie.