"No, George," says he, "you are right.
Mother can't marry our murderer; she won't be as bad as that.

And if we pink him he is done for.

'Cadit quaestio,' as Mr.Dempster used to say.
Shall I send my boy with a challenge to Colonel George now ?" "My dear Harry," the elder replied, thinking with some complacency of his affair of honour at Quebec, "you are not accustomed to affairs of this sort." "No," owned Harry, with a sigh, looking with envy and admiration on his senior.
"We can't insult a gentleman in our own house," continued George, with great majesty; "the laws of honour forbid such inhospitable treatment.
But, sir, we can ride out with him, and, as soon as the park gates are closed, we can tell him our mind." "That we can, by George!" cries Harry, grasping his brother's hand, "and that we will, too.

I say, Georgy..." Here the lad's face became very red, and his brother asked him what he would say?
"This is my turn, brother," Harry pleaded.

"If you go the campaign, I ought to have the other affair.