Last night, after crowning champagne with ale, which produced a sort of French Revolution in my interior--by the way, that must have made me dream of Napoleon last night, with my lower members in revolt against my head, I had to sit and cogitate for hours on a hiding-place for these-call them what you will.

Depend upon it, Harrington, this world is no such funny affair as we fancy.' 'Then it is true, that you could let a man play pranks on you,' said Evan.

'I took it for one of your jokes.' 'Just as I can't believe that you're a tailor,' returned Jack.

'It 's not a bit more extraordinary.' 'But, Jack, if you cause yourself to be contemptible----' 'Contemptible!' cried Jack.

'This is not the tone I like.