Nokes! And then a man who calls himself a gentleman will talk about
it being un-English to look after him. He's a 'new chum;' I suppose
that's his excuse."

"If it's a sufficient excuse, you should excuse him," said Kate, with
good feminine logic.

"That's just like you all over. He's good-looking, and therefore it's
all right. He ought to have learned better. He ought, at any rate, to
believe that men who have been here much longer than he has must know
the ways of the country a great deal better."

"It's Christmas-time, Harry," said his wife, "and you should endeavor
to forgive your neighbors."

"What sort of a Christmas will it be if you and I, and these young
fellows here, and Kate, are all burned out of Gangoil? Here's Bates.-
-Well, Mr. Bates, how goes it?

"Tremendous hot, Sir."

"We've found that out already. You haven't heard where that fellow
Boscobel has gone?"

"No; I haven't heard. But he'll be over with some of those Brownbie
lads. They say Georgie Brownbie's about the country somewhere. If so,
there'll be a row among 'em."

"When thieves fall out, Mr. Bates, honest men come by their own."