He's none the worse for it, I assure you.' 'Where was his son the night of the fog ?' said the captain.
'Well, he happened to be out in it.' 'Where'd he be now but for one o' my men ?' 'Who can answer that, Captain Welsh ?' 'I can, my lad-stewing in an ante-room of hell-gates, I verily believe.' Temple sighed at the captain's infatuation, and said, 'I'll tell you of a fellow at our school named Drew; he was old Rippenger's best theological scholar--always got the prize for theology.

Well, he was a confirmed sneak.

I've taken him into a corner and described the torments of dying to him, and his look was disgusting--he broke out in a clammy sweat.

"Don't, don't!" he'd cry.

"You're just the fellow to suffer intensely," I told him.