So you go to-morrow: will you get me the scissors?
They are on the ivory table yonder.

When do you return ?" "Perhaps never!" said I, abruptly.
"Never, Morton; how singular--why ?" "I may join the army, and be killed." "I hope not.

Dear, how cold it is: will you shut the window?
pray forgive my troubling you, but you _would_ send away the women.

Join the army, you say?
It is a very dangerous profession; your poor father might be alive now but for having embraced it; nevertheless, in a righteous cause, under the Lord of Hosts, there is great glory to be obtained beneath its banners.

Alas, however, for its private evils! alas, for the orphan and the widow! You will be sure, my dear son, to give the note to Madame Tourville herself?
Her assistants have not her knowledge of my misfortunes, nor indeed of my exact proportions; and at my age, and in my desolate state, I would fain be decorous in these things, and that reminds me of dinner.