Sing Mr.Brereton some of your new songs.

Bent--you know where the whisky and the cigars are--help yourselves--make yourselves at home." "You won't be more than an hour, father ?" asked Lettie.
"An hour'll finish what I've got to do," replied Cotherstone, "maybe less--I'll be as quick as I can, anyway, my lass." He hurried off without further ceremony; a moment later and he had exchanged the warmth and brightness of his comfortable dining-room for the chill night and the darkness.

And as he turned out of his garden he was thinking still further and harder.

So Windle Bent was one of those chaps who have what folk call family pride, was he?
Actually proud of the fact that he had a pedigree, and could say who his grandfather and grandmother were ?--things on which most people were as hazy as they were indifferent.

In that case, if he was really family-proud, all the more reason why Kitely should be made to keep his tongue still.