If you're that sort you'd better cry off at once.

If you can do your work without giving yourself airs, I shall let you alone." Jeffreys was strongly tempted after this candid avowal to take the youthful snob's advice and cry off.

But the memory of yesterday's miserable experiences restrained him.

He therefore replied, with as little contempt as he was able to put into the words,-- "Thanks." Trimble's quick ear detected the ill-disguised scorn of the reply.

"You needn't try on that sort of talk," said he; "I can tell you plump, it won't do.