I was obliged to join.
"You are quite right, sir," rejoined the pale youth; "and Sir George has no fortune to give his daughter." "How came it, Horace, that you got off safe ?" said Fitzroy, with a certain air of affected seriousness in his voice and manner.

"I wonder they let such a prize escape them." "Well, it was not exactly their fault, I do confess.

Old Dashwood did the civil towards me, and _la belle Lucie_ herself was condescending enough to be less cruel than to the rest of the staff.

Her father threw us a good deal together; and in fact, I believe--I fear--that is--that I didn't behave quite well." "You may rest perfectly assured of it, sir," said I; "whatever your previous conduct may have been, you have completely relieved your mind on this occasion, and behaved most shamefully." Had a shell fallen in the midst of us, the faces around me could not have been more horror-struck than when, in a cool, determined tone, I spoke these few words.

Fitzroy pushed his chair slightly back from the table, and fixed his eyes full upon me.