I'll say that for you, old chap--and I hope you don't think I'm a miserable prig." Still I replied nothing, but offered him one of my best cigars, taking the other one from him, and held the match while he lighted it--which, between men, is sufficient evidence of good-feeling.

He understood, and continued: "Of course you'll keep your eye on Mrs.Falchion and Madras to-night: if he is determined that they shall meet, and you have arranged it.

I'd like to know how it goes before you turn in, if you don't mind.

And, I say, Marmion, ask Miss Treherne to keep a dance for me--a waltz--towards the close of the evening, will you?
Excuse me, but she is the thorough-bred of the ship.

And if I have only one hop down the promenade, I want it to be with a girl who'll remind me of some one that is making West Kensington worth inhabiting.