Now Mr.Sowerby was a man of mark in the world, and all this flattered our young clergyman not a little.

On that evening before Robarts went away Sowerby asked him to come up into his bedroom when the whole party was breaking up, and there got him into an easy chair, while he, Sowerby, walked up and down the room.
"You can hardly tell, my dear fellow," said he, "the state of nervous anxiety in which this puts me." "Why don't you ask her and have done with it?
She seems to me to be fond of your society." "Ah, it is not that only; there are wheels within wheels:" and then he walked once or twice up and down the room, during which Mark thought that he might as well go to bed.
"Not that I mind telling you everything," said Sowerby.

"I am infernally hard up for a little ready money just at the present moment.

It may be, and indeed I think it will be, the case that I shall be ruined in this matter for the want of it." "Could not Harold Smith give it you ?" "Ha, ha, ha! you don't know Harold Smith.

Did you ever hear of his lending a man a shilling in his life." "Or Supplehouse ?" "Lord love you! You see me and Supplehouse together here, and he comes and stays at my house, and all that; but Supplehouse and I are no friends.