B. L. Farjeon,
Samuel Boyd of Catchpole Square…
“ There was nothing querulous in the voice; it was hearty and bluff, with a cheerful ring in it very pleasant to the ear."Might a man so humble as Samuel Boyd inquire whether it is too late now for Lady Wharton to think better of it?" asked Mr. Boyd, continuing to fumble at the chain."Man alive! Of course it is. Oh, you've got it opened at last. Well, that's a blessing. If it takes as long to get out of the house as to get in I sha'n't be home till midnight. Remain where you are, John, and wait for me. If I don't make my appearance before ten o'clock shout for help at the top of your voice." ”
