'Oh, we know all about that, my boy, but the gout will soon finish him; and there is no hurry--Leah is not thirty yet, and she is handsomer than she ever was in her life;' and he filled himself another bumper." Malcolm was silent.

Hugh Rossiter had apparently finished his recital, for he took up his meerschaum and polished it tenderly, an action that was full of suggestion.

But Colonel Godfrey put his hand on his arm.
"One moment, my dear fellow, and then we will go out and have a smoke before luncheon.

I can see Herrick has something else to ask you.

Hurry up, my boy, or our friend here will lose patience." "I shall be sorry to tax Mr.Rossiter's patience," replied Malcolm; "but I hope he will be good enough to satisfy me on one point.