"They say that nothing but an accident of a really serious nature would have kept him from his engagements." "Then that settles it!" said Addie.

"He's fallen down the Devil's Spout.
Plain as plain can be, that! He's made his way there, been a bit too daring, and slipped over the edge.

And whoever falls in there never comes out again!--isn't that it, Mrs.Wooler ?" "That's what they say," answered the landlady.
"But I don't remember any accident at the Devil's Spout in my time." "Well, there's been one now, anyway--that's flat," remarked Addie.

"Poor old Bassett--I'm sorry for him! Well, I'm off.

Good-night, Mr.
Copplestone--and perhaps you'll so far overcome your repugnance to the theatre as to come and see me in one some day ?" "Supposing I escort you homeward instead--now ?" suggested Copplestone.
"That will at least show that I am ready to become your devoted--" "Admirer, I suppose," said Addie.