But what am I talking of, wasting your valuable time?
No more smoke, thank you.

I must away into the City, but would not pass the Temple without calling on you, and thanking my boy's old protector.

You will have the kindness to come and dine with us--to-morrow, the next day, your own day?
Your friend is going out of town?
I hope, on his return, to have the pleasure of making his further acquaintance.

Come, Clive." Clive, who had been deep in a volume of Hogarth's engravings during the above discussion, or rather oration of his father's, started up and took leave, beseeching me, at the same time, to come soon and see his pony; and so, with renewed greetings, we parted.
I was scarcely returned to my newspaper again, when the knocker of our door was again agitated, and the Colonel ran back, looking very much agitated and confused.
"I beg pardon," says he; "I think I left my--my----" Larkins had quitted the room by this time, and then he began more unreservedly.

"My dear young friend," says he, "a thousand pardons for what I am going to say, but, as Clive's friend, I know I may take that liberty.