personal influence to induce him to return to the world.
"The paper predicts rain to-morrow," said the Honourable Hilary.
"You don't smoke, do you?" asked the Honourable Adam.
"No," said the Honourable Hilary.
A silence, except for the music of the brook over the broken dam.
"Pretty place," said the Honourable Adam; "I kissed my wife here once-- before I was married."
This remark, although of interest, the Honourable Hilary evidently thought did not require an answer:
"Adam," said Mr. Vane, presently, "how much money have you spent so far?"
"Well," said Mr. Hunt, "it has been sort of costly, but Brush and the boys tell me the times are uncommon, and I guess they are. If that crazy cuss Crewe hadn't broken loose, it would have been different. Not that I'm uneasy about him, but all this talk of his and newspaper advertising had to be counteracted some. Why, he has a couple of columns a week right here in the Edmundton Courier. The papers are bleedin' him to death, certain."
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