Why, it would pay the Green Springs hotel-keeper to buy it up for his customers.

But I s'pose you reckon to keep it--along with the poetess--in your famerly ?" Although Mr.Bowers long considered this speech as the happiest and most brilliant effort of his life, its immediate effect was not, perhaps, all that could be desired.

The widow turned upon him a restrained and darkening face.

Cynthia half rose with an appealing "Oh, mar!" and Bob and Eunice, having apparently pinched each other to the last stage of endurance, retired precipitately from the room in a prolonged giggle.
"I have not yet thought of disposing of the Summit woods, Mr.Bowers," said Mrs.Delatour, coldly, "but if I should do so, I will consult you.
You must excuse the children, who see so little company, they are quite unmanageable when strangers are present.

Cynthia, WILL you see if the servants have looked after Mr.Bowers's horse?
You know Bob is not to be trusted." There was clearly nothing else for Mr.Bowers to do but to take his leave, which he did respectfully, if not altogether hopefully.