"Out of town ?" For a man of business taking holidays, when a lady craves for gossip, disappointed her faith in him as cruelly as the shut-up, empty inn the broken hunter knocking at a hollow door miles off home.
Mr.Abner, hatted and gloved and smiling, came forth.

"Going out, the man meant, Lady Charlotte.

At your service for five minutes." She complimented his acuteness, in the remark, "You see I've only come to chat," and entered his room.
He led her to her theme: "The excitement is pretty well over." "My brother's my chief care--always was.

I'm afraid he'll be pitchforking at it again, and we shall have another blast.

That letter ought never to have been printed.