But it is quiet; ain't it, Mr Scruby ?" Mr Scruby acknowledged that it was quiet, especially looking out over the river, and then they proceeded to business.

"We must pull the governor through better next time than we did last," said the attorney.
"Of course we must, Mr Scruby; but, Lord love you, Mr Vavasor, whose fault was it?
What notice did I get,--just tell me that?
Why, Travers's name was up on the liberal interest ever so long before the governor had ever thought about it." "Nobody is blaming you, Mr Grimes," said George.
"And nobody can't, Mr Vavasor.

I done my work true as steel, and there ain't another man about the place as could have done half as much.

You ask Mr Scruby else.

Mr Scruby knows, if ere a man in London does.