"Isn't it fine ?" "It is very good," replied Wilkinson, as he sipped the tempting mixture.
But his thoughts were turning homeward, and he scarcely perceived the taste of what he drank.

Suddenly, he pushed the glass from him, and, making a motion to rise from the table, said-- "Indeed, Ellis, I must go home.

My child is sick, and Mary will be distressed at my absence.

Come around to my store, to-morrow, and we will talk this matter over.

Neither you nor I are now in a fit state to discuss so grave a matter.
"Sit down, will you!" This was the reply of Ellis, as he caught quickly the arm of his friend, and almost forced him, by main strength, to resume his seat.
"There, now," he added, as Wilkinson resumed his seat.