“I should think so,” observed Digby, as they entered the schoolroom.
I will make it myself, for my own boy,—for you are mine, Digby.
Digby,” exclaimed Trevannion, angrily, “this foolery is unbearable.
Glad to see you, Digby, my boy; hope I have not starved you out waiting for me?
On reaching home, Mr Nugent got out his microscope, and exhibited to Digby the wonders of the creatures they had caught.
Don't flush up, Digby; I 'm not going to say one word that could hurt you.
Digby had a feeling that he loved such a scene dearly—perhaps he scarcely knew why it was.
Sherborne is now in the possession of Digby, earl of Bristol.
Montagu and Digby exchanged many letters, and the latter had several interviews with Richelieu.
I know Mr Digby thought it a fanatical notion only fit for enthusiasts.