"But this is always the way.
I'm afraid I've taken too much of Elbridge's wine; a little affects me.
I wonder if Mary will notice it; I wouldn't have her to do so for the world.

Poor child! it would frighten her to death.

I rather think I'd better try to walk off the effects of what I've been drinking.

It's late, any how, and fifteen or twenty minutes will make but little difference either way." As Wilkinson said this, he turned down a cross street which he happened to be passing at the moment, and moved along with a quicker pace.
Gradually the confusion of his thoughts subsided.
"I wish I had remained at home," he sighed, as the image of his wife arose distinctly in his mind.

"Poor Mary! I broke my word with her, though I promised so faithfully.