“I should think so,” observed Digby, as they entered the schoolroom.
I know Mr Digby thought it a fanatical notion only fit for enthusiasts.
Digby,” exclaimed Trevannion, angrily, “this foolery is unbearable.
He has done more good at Brocklebank than Mr Digby did all the years he was there.
On reaching home, Mr Nugent got out his microscope, and exhibited to Digby the wonders of the creatures they had caught.
This was “the most unkindest cut of all,” and Sir Digby felt it deeply.
Digby had a feeling that he loved such a scene dearly—perhaps he scarcely knew why it was.
Digby did not like this sort of talk; it offended him—besides, it frightened him.
Montagu and Digby exchanged many letters, and the latter had several interviews with Richelieu.
I will make it myself, for my own boy,—for you are mine, Digby.