There ain't nothing like imagination, my good sirs." As he joined his companions, Trevannion remarked to Hamilton, "Little Mortimer is so much the gentleman, you never know him do or say any thing vulgar or awkward.

It is a pity one can't depend upon him." "I am not quite sure that you cannot," replied Hamilton.
"How!" said Trevannion, in astonishment.
"Are you going to turn Paladin for her ladyship ?" asked Frank.
"I have been watching Louis very carefully, and the more I see, the more I doubt his guilt," replied Hamilton.
"After what you saw yourself?
After all that was seen by others?
Impossible, my dear Hamilton!" exclaimed Trevannion.

"You cannot exonerate him without criminating others." "We shall see," replied Hamilton; "and more than that, Trevannion, I am certain that Dr.Wilkinson has his doubts now, too." "But does Fudge know any thing about his old pranks ?" asked Frank, incredulously.
"I cannot say," replied Hamilton; "but I think that he probably does; for what is so well known now among ourselves, is likely enough to reach his quick ears." "But knowing all you do, my dear Hamilton," said Trevannion, expostulatingly, "you must be strongly prejudiced in your protege's favor to admit a doubt in this case.

Has Dr.Wilkinson told you that he has any doubts ?" "No," replied Hamilton; "you know the doctor would not reveal his mind unless he were confident, but I have noticed some little things, and am sure that though he seems generally so indifferent to Louis' presence and concerns, and so distant and cold towards him, he's nevertheless watching him very narrowly; and I, for my part, expect to see things take a new turn before long." "The boy seems quite to have won your heart," said Trevannion.
"Poor fellow," replied Hamilton, smiling.

"He is a sweet-tempered, gentle boy; a little too anxious to be well thought of, and has, perhaps, too little _moral courage_.