And I pity you both from my soul.

Pass the claret: it is some I sent to your poor father; I remember I bought it at poor Lord Levant's sale.

But of course," added the Major, smacking the wine, "having engaged yourself, you will do what becomes you as a man of honour, however fatal your promise may be.
However, promise us on our side, my boy, what I set out by entreating you to grant,--that there shall be nothing clandestine, that you will pursue your studies, that you will only visit your interesting friend at proper intervals.

Do you write to her much ?" Pen blushed and said, "Why, yes, he had written." "I suppose verses, eh! as well as prose?
I was a dab at verses myself.

I recollect when I first joined, I used to write verses for the fellows in the regiment; and did some pretty things in that way.