By Jove! there's one o'clock striking, and I promised old Charters that I would always be in bed by half-past eleven.

Good night, my boy.

By the way, you remember that your uncle Porson is coming to Seaview to-morrow from London, and that we are engaged to dine with him at eight.

Fancy a man who could build that pretentious monstrosity and call it Seaview! Well, it will condemn him to the seventh generation; but in this world one must take people as one finds them, and their houses, too.

Mind you lock the garden door when you come in.