It always ends bad.
Why, there was he, consorting with gentlefolks--gay as a lark! Who has to pay for it ?' Kilne's fellow-victims maintained a rather doleful tributary silence.
'I'm not saying anything against him now,' the publican further observed.

'It 's too late.

And there! I'm sorry he's gone, for one.

He was as kind a hearted a man as ever breathed.

And there! perhaps it was just as much my fault; I couldn't say "No" to him,--dash me, if I could!' Lymport was a prosperous town, and in prosperity the much-despised British tradesman is not a harsh, he is really a well-disposed, easy soul, and requires but management, manner, occasional instalments--just to freshen the account--and a surety that he who debits is on the spot, to be a right royal king of credit.