We shot for pleasure, and returned them to the proprietors.

You're fond of game, parson! Ripton is a dead shot in what Cousin Austin calls the Kingdom of 'would-have-done' and 'might-have-been.' Up went the birds, and cries Rip, 'I've forgotten to load!' Oh, ho!--Rip! some more claret .-- Do just leave that nose of yours alone .-- Your health, Ripton Thompson! The birds hadn't the decency to wait for him, and so, parson, it's their fault, and not Rip's, you haven't a dozen brace at your feet.

What have you been doing at home, Cousin Rady ?" "Playing Hamlet, in the absence of the Prince of Denmark.

The day without you, my dear boy, must be dull, you know." "'He speaks: can I trust what he says is sincere?
There's an edge to his smile that cuts much like a sneer.' "Sandoe's poems! You know the couplet, Mr.Rady.Why shouldn't I quote Sandoe?
You know you like him, Rady.

But, if you've missed me, I'm sorry.