In fact, he appeared to suffer much more from what he termed my unlucky predicament than from his own mishaps.
At the same time, as the evening wore on, and the sherry began to tell upon him, his heart expanded into its habitual moral tendency, and by an easy transition, he was led from the religious association of convents to the pleasures of pillaging them.
"What wine they have in their old cellars! It's such fun drinking it out of great silver vessels as old as Methuselah.

'There's much treasure in the house of the righteous,' as David says; and any one who has ever sacked a nunnery knows that." "I should like to have seen that prior dancing the bolero," said Power.
"Wasn't it good, though! He grew jealous of me, for I performed a hornpipe.
Very good fellow the prior; not like the alcalde,--there was no fun in him.
Lord bless him! he'll never forget me." "What did you do with him, Major ?" "Well, I'll tell you; but you mustn't let it be known, for I see they have not put it in the court-martial.

Is there no more sherry there?
There, that will do; I'm always contented.

'Better a dry morsel with quietness,' as Moses says.

Ay, Charley, never forget that 'a merry heart is just like medicine.' Job found out that, you know." "Well, but the alcalde, Major." "Oh! the alcalde, to be sure.