"Anyhow, you've a right to talk to me like a father.

All the same, I fancy you've a little downer on old Wales.
He's a good sort of chap, and there's nothing of the eel about him." "Which brings us back to Crofter," said Pridgin.

"Some one has told him that he's not popular in this study, and he doesn't like it.

I wonder who our candid friend is." "It was me," said I, coming out at last with my pent-up confession.
"I'm awfully sorry, Tempest.

It was this--" "Take a seat," said Tempest, putting me off in the identical way that Crofter had done yesterday.