Oh! never tell me,' he cried, as the other would have spoken, 'for all your sad look and your solemn air, you think little enough of it! They say you're the best maker of lobster salads in London.

Ha, ha! I've heard that, you see, before now.

Is it a good one, this morning--is your hand in?
How does the breakfast look?
I hope there's enough, and to spare, for all this hungry company that'll sit down to it, when the sight's over.' 'I fear,' observed the clergyman, shaking his head, 'that you are incorrigible.' 'You're right.

I am,' rejoined Hugh sternly.

'Be no hypocrite, master! You make a merry-making of this, every month; let me be merry, too.