He shot one of his suspicious looks at me. 'Perhaps we had better proceed to business, then,' said he. 'Mr. Ferguson and I will take you up to see the machine.''I had better put my hat on, I suppose.''Oh, no, it is in the house.''What, you dig fuller's-earth in the house?''No, no. This is only where we compress it. But never mind that. All we wish you to do is to examine the machine and to let us know what is wrong with it.'We went upstairs together, the colonel first with the lamp, the fat manager and I behind him. It was a labyrinth of an old

 

 

On reaching the library, he found that it was just after five o'clock and that the tea had been already brought up. On a little table of dark perfumed wood thickly incrusted with nacre, a present from Lady Radley, his guardian's wife, a pretty professional invalid who had spent the preceding winter in Cairo, was lying a note from Lord Henry, and b

 

In spite of her deeply-rooted dislike, she could not be insensible to the compliment of such a man’s affection, and though her intentions did not vary for an instant, she was at first sorry for the pain he was to receive; till, roused to resentment by his subsequent language, she lost all compassion in anger. She tried, however, to compose herself to answer him with patience, when he should have done. He concluded with representing to her the strength of that attachment which, in spite of all his endeavours, he had found impossible to conquer; and with expressing his hope that it would now be rewarded by her acceptance of his hand. As he said

 

 

Arthur does. Mary and I stay at home. We neither of us care for it.That is unusual in a young girl.She is of a quiet nature. Besides, she is not so very young. She is four-and-twenty.This matter, from what you say, seems to have been a shock to her also.Terrible! She is even more affected than I.You have neither of you any doubt as to your son's guilt?How can we have when I saw him with my own eyes with the coronet in his hands.I hardly consider that a conclusive proof. Was the remainder of the

 

The man who entered was young, some two-and-twenty at the outside, well-groomed and trimly clad, with something of refinement and delicacy in his bearing. The streaming umbrella which he held in his hand, and his long shining waterproof told of the fierce weather through which he had come. He looked about him anxiously in the glare of the lamp, and I could see that his face was pale and his eyes heavy, like those of a man who is weighed down with some great anxiety.I owe you an apology, he said, raising his golden pince-nez to his eyes. I trust that I am not intruding. I fear that I have brought some traces of the storm and rain into your snug chamber.Give me your coat and umbrella, said Hol