pryer was a much better man of business than he was, and would see to it all.
Ernest felt the force of this, and pryer saw that he wavered.
And he was nice, and Ernest knew that such men as himself and pryer were not nice, and his old dejection came over him.
He therefore called on pryer, and spent an hour and more with him.
As for pryer himself, he had nothing but his curacy and a small allowance from his father.
Perhaps pryer was going to break to him some bad news about his speculations.
I may say here that neither I nor Ernest ever heard of pryer again, nor have any idea what became of him.
If I see a listener or a pryer in at the chinks or lockhole, I am presently on the bones of him.
Ernest broached this to pryer, who treated it as something too outrageous to be even thought of.
It was founded by Mr. pryer, in 1878, well up the bay, but was soon afterwards burnt to the ground.