You could have three times that number at supper." "I'm not thinking of suppers; but I'm sure you could. Kitchen's convenient, eh?" "Very so at least aunt Mary said." "And now about the furniture. You can give me two or three days in town, can't you?" "Oh, yes; if you require it. But I would trust your taste in all those matters." "My taste! I have neither taste nor time.

"Soothing and stimulating, eh?" she asked, as she put the flowers on the table and gave him her hand no, she suddenly gave him both hands with a rush of old-time friendship, which robbed it of all personal emotion. For a moment he held her hands. He felt them tremble in his warm clasp, the delicate, shivering pulsation of youth, the womanly feeling.

Pray, how do you know that? inquired the old man, his eyes glittering as he asked the question. 'I don't know, of course, but you always say you are a poor man, replied Walter, as he put down the figures of a sum on his slate. 'But you don't believe it, eh? Perhaps that's why you've stuck to me like a leech so long, he said, with his most disagreeable smile; but Walter never answered.

But reading's not natural to me, though you made me do enough of it while you had me. Bill was the boy for the books, and I for the hooks. By-the-way, talking of hooks, how did those trout eat? Fine, eh? I haven't seen you since the day of our ducking." "No, Ned, and I've been looking for you. Where have you been?" "Working, working! Everything's been going wrong.

The maid her name, not that it matters, was Susan, and she was engaged to be married, though the point is of no importance, to the second assistant at Green's Grocery Stores in Windlehurst approached Mr. Bennett. "Please, sir, a gentleman to see you." "Eh?" said Mr. Bennett, torn from a dream of large pink slices edged with bread-crumbed fat. "Eh?" "A gentleman to see you, sir.

"Eh bien, mon maitre, the young gentleman went upon his travels, and continued abroad several years; and from the time of his departure until we met him at Colunga, I have not set eyes upon, nor indeed heard of him. I have heard enough, however, of his family; of monsieur the father, of madame, and of the brother, who was an officer of cavalry.

Was not that perhaps the 'wedding' our brave spirits were returning from? wasn't that the 'fine fellow' they had 'put to bed, in the words of the jocose giant? I stayed five days longer in Filofey's village. Whenever I meet him I always say to him: 'A rattle of wheels? Eh? 'A merry fellow! he always answers, and bursts out laughing.

"And below there, is where we saw the lights." "The lights!" said he. "Yes the lights of the world that now we shall never see." "We'll come back," I said, for now we had escaped so much I was rashly sanguine that we should recover the sphere. His answer I did not catch. "Eh?" I asked. "It doesn't matter," he answered, and we hurried on in silence.

For just a moment they stared at each other before the former sheriff spoke. "Out again, eh, Blackwell?" he said easily. From the bloodshot eyes one could have told at a glance the man had been drinking heavily. From whiskey he had imbibed a Dutch courage just bold enough to be dangerous. "Yes, I'm out and back again, just as I promised, Mr. Sheriff," he threatened.

"My pakeha," said the great fellow with a childlike show of satisfaction; and he looked from one to the other and laughed. "Here, he's took to you regular, youngster; only look out, for he'll want utu for it some time. Eh, Ngati? Utu?" "Utu, utu" said the chief, smiling. "What's utu?" said Jem, in a surly tone. "Payment." "Oh, then we'll give him a bit of 'bacco."