It was Major Chevenix, dressed for the evening, and his neckcloth really admirably folded.

I never denied the man could dress.
'Ah!' said he, 'I thought it was you, Champdivers.

So he's gone ?' I nodded.
'Come, come,' said he, 'you must cheer up.

Of course it's very distressing, very painful and all that.

But do you know, it ain't such a bad thing either for you or me?
What with his death and your visit to him I am entirely reassured.' So I was to owe my life to Goguelat at every point.
'I had rather not discuss it,' said I.
'Well,' said he, 'one word more, and I'll agree to bury the subject.
What did you fight about ?' 'Oh, what do men ever fight about ?' I cried.
'A lady ?' said he.
I shrugged my shoulders.
'Deuce you did!' said he.