Meanwhile, good- morning." The lawyer jumped out of his chair like a man shot.
"What, sir--you, an interloper, an adventurer, a nobody, a parasite--do you suppose I am going to be talked to by you as if I didn't know my own duty.

Do you know, Master Usher, that you can any day receive a week's notice of dismissal--" "A month's, I think," observed the tutor, taking up his hat.

"In that respect, perhaps, I have the advantage of the solicitor to the trust.
However, we won't talk of that just now.

Good-morning again." Mr Armstrong looked in on his friend the doctor, whom he found in an opportune moment at breakfast.

The two men had a long chat over their coffee, and finally adjourned for a walk along the shore, ending up with a cool spring dip in Sheephaven Cove.