They were good-natured enough out of their cups, and ate their humble-pie with very good appetites at a reconciliation dinner which Colonel W.had with the 44th, and where he was as perfectly stupid and correct as Prince Prettyman need be.

Hang him! He has no faults, and that's why I dislike him.

When he marries that widow--ah me! what a dreary life she will have of it." "I wonder at the taste of some men, and the effrontery of some women," says Madam Esmond, laying her teacup down.

"I wonder at any woman who has been married once, so forgetting herself as to marry again! Don't you, Mountain ?" "Monstrous!" says Mountain, with a queer look.
Dempster keeps his eyes steadily fixed on his glass of punch.

Harry looks as if he was choking with laughter, or with some other concealed emotion, but his mother says, "Go on, Harry! Continue with your brother's journal.