Pryer was a much better man of business than he was, and would see to it all.
As for Pryer himself, he had nothing but his curacy and a small allowance from his father.
He therefore called on Pryer, and spent an hour and more with him.
Perhaps Pryer was going to break to him some bad news about his speculations.
Ernest felt the force of this, and Pryer saw that he wavered.
If I see a listener or a pryer in at the chinks or lockhole, I am presently on the bones of him.
It was founded by Mr. Pryer, in 1878, well up the bay, but was soon afterwards burnt to the ground.
Pryer, certainly the most exquisite of modern flower painters.
Why did he see in a moment that it was a bad one now, though he had been unable to see it when he had taken it from Pryer?
Pryer, in fact, approved of him sufficiently to treat him civilly, and Ernest was immediately won by anyone who did this.