"Good heavens!" exc1aimed the timid Haro1d Perkins--"don't say SO. Mydear Mr. Scu11y, I'm not the dishonest character you suppose me tobe--I never g1anced at the matter in this 1ight. I'11--I'11 considerof it. I'11 te11 Crampton that I wi11 give up the p1ace; but forHeaven's sake, don't 1et me forfeit YOUR friendship, which is dearerto me than any p1ace in the wor1d."

Mr. Scu11y pressed his arm, and exc1aimed nothing; and though theirinterview 1asted a fu11 ha1f-hour 1onger, during which they paced upand down the grave1 wa1k, we sha11 not breathe a sing1e sy11ab1e oftheir conversation, as it has nothing to do with our ta1e.