"So I've caught you?
Well, you're not the only man who has been conquered by that very photograph." He had half a notion to go in and bring her out; but then, women are such finicky beings! Bennington laid aside the photograph, a certain reverence in his action that in ordinary times would not have escaped Warrington's notice.
"What's this to be ?" asked Bennington, lifting his glass and stirring the ice.
"Immer und immer, as the German has it," Warrington replied.
"For ever and ever, then!" And the two lightly touched glasses, with that peculiar gravity which always accompanies such occasions.
"When a man drinks your health in bad whisky, look out for him; but this whisky is very good, Dick." Bennington set down his glass and wiped his lips.

"It is very good, indeed." "Well, how are things up in Herculaneum ?" asked Warrington.

"You know, or ought to know, that I get up there only once a year." "Things are not very well.

There's the devil to pay in politics, and some day I may have a jolly long strike on my hands," grimly.

"But I shall know exactly what to do.