By the time the second round was completed, we were both extremely depressed.
"O!" he groaned, breaking the long silence, "it's quite unnecessary you should speak!" "Do you want me to be frank with you?
I think you are wasting time," said I.
"You don't see any promise ?" he inquired, beguiled by some return of hope, and turning upon me the embarrassing brightness of his eye.

"Not in this still-life here, of the melon?
One fellow thought it good." It was the least I could do to give the melon a more particular examination; which, when I had done, I could but shake my head.

"I am truly sorry, Pinkerton," said I, "but I can't advise you to persevere." He seemed to recover his fortitude at the moment, rebounding from disappointment like a man of india-rubber.

"Well," said he stoutly, "I don't know that I'm surprised.

But I'll go on with the course; and throw my whole soul into it, too.