'Go with him, Andrew,' said Evan.

'He is here as my friend, and may be made uncomfortable.' 'Yes, yes,--ha! ha! I'll follow the poor chap,' said Andrew.

'But what is it all about?
Louisa won't go, you know.

Has the girl given you up because she saw your mother, Van?
I thought it was all right.

Why the deuce are you running away ?' 'Because I've just seen that I ought never to have come, I suppose,' Evan replied, controlling the wretched heaving of his chest.
'But Louisa won't go, Van.' 'Understand, my dear Andrew, that I know it to be quite imperative.