I was bound to see more of him, so I invited him to come out to Marco's Sunday, and dine with us.
Marco was appalled, and held his breath; and when the grandee accepted, he was so grateful that he almost forgot to be astonished at the condescension.
Marco's joy was exuberant--but only for a moment; then he grew thoughtful, then sad; and when he heard me tell Dowley I should have Dickon, the boss mason, and Smug, the boss wheelwright, out there, too, the coal-dust on his face turned to chalk, and he lost his grip.

But I knew what was the matter with him; it was the expense.

He saw ruin before him; he judged that his financial days were numbered.

However, on our way to invite the others, I said: "You must allow me to have these friends come; and you must also allow me to pay the costs." His face cleared, and he said with spirit: "But not all of it, not all of it.

Ye cannot well bear a burden like to this alone." I stopped him, and said: "Now let's understand each other on the spot, old friend.