Didn't I bring home Prescott, thinking that she would be delighted to have me sit the evening with her and read so charming an author?
But, at the very proposition, she flared up, and said she didn't want to hear my musty old histories.
Humph! A nice way to make a man love his home.

Better for her and me, too, I'm thinking, that she had listened to the history, and kept her husband by her side." "And for me, too," thought Wilkinson.

"I should now, at least, be at home with my loving-hearted wife.

Ah, me!" "Now, what am I to do, Jack--say?
Give me your advice." "The first thing for you to do is to go home, and to go at once.

Come!" And Wilkinson made another effort to rise; but the hand of Ellis bore him down.
"Stay, stay!" he muttered, impatiently.