I fancy a woman with nerves considers herself as a martyr, and deserving of all pity and sympathy.

It is almost a fashionable complaint, and she is a little proud of it; but a man ought to have his nerves in good order, and as much as that is expected of him unless he is a feeble little body.

There is the bell for the next race." "Are you going to bet on this race again, Miss Hannay ?" Wilson said, coming up.
"No, Mr.Wilson.I have done my first and last bit of gambling.

I don't think it is nice, ladies betting, after all, and if there were a hospital here I should order you to send the money the gloves will cost you to it as conscience money, and then perhaps you might follow my example with your winnings." "My conscience is not moved in any way," he laughed; "when it is I will look out for a deserving charity.

Well, if you won't bet I must see if I can make a small investment somewhere else." "I shall see you at the ball, of course ?" Isobel said, turning to Mr.
Bathurst, as Wilson left the carriage.
"No, I think not.