This was what Mr. and Mrs. Beecham asked each other with their eyes—and there was a pause.
“Well, there's truth in that,” said Mr. Beecham, pulling up his shirt-collar.
Such was the flock which had invited Mr. Beecham to become their pastor when he reached the climax of his career.
“He asked me if he might call,” said Mrs. Beecham, in some excitement.
“But if Miss Beecham had been somebody else, you would have gone yourself,” he said, being in a humour for finding fault.
Miss Beecham, it is very difficult for me to say anything on such a subject.
Mr. Beecham's house was situated in Regent's Park, and was constructed on the ordinary model of such houses.
Miss Beecham, will you take a glass of milk or a cup of cocoa?
Beecham gave a quick glance toward the door for Shealey, which that individual understood and immediately departed.
That fellow Beecham Bones ought to be hanged, and I told him so.