"I can't stand it--I really can't! Incipient verse-mania is too much for me.

Forest-empress, sea-goddess, sun-angel--by Jove! what next?
You are evidently in a very bad way.

If I remember rightly, you had a flask of that old green Chartreuse with you.

Ah! that accounts for it! Nice stuff, but a little too strong." Errington laughed, and, unabashed by his friend's raillery, proceeded to relate with much vivacity and graphic fervor the occurrences of the morning.

Lorimer listened patiently with a forbearing smile on his open, ruddy countenance.