CHAPTER XXVI.
THE VINCENTS AT HOME.
When Harry rather bashfully imparted to Oscar his plans respecting the manuscript, the latter entered enthusiastically into them, and at once requested the privilege of reading the story.

Harry awaited his judgment with some anxiety.
"Why, Harry, this is capital," said Oscar, looking up from the perusal.
"Do you really think so, Oscar ?" "If I didn't think so, I wouldn't say so." "I thought you might say so out of friendship." "I don't say it is the best I ever read, mind you, but I have read a good many that are worse.

I think you managed the _denouement_ (you're a French scholar, so I'll venture on the word) admirably." "I only hope the editor of the 'Standard' will think so." "If he doesn't, there are other papers in Boston; the 'Argus' for instance." "I'll try the 'Standard' first, because I have already written for it." "All right.

Don't you want me to go to the office with you ?" "I wish you would.

I shall be bashful." "I am not troubled that way.