The thing couldn't possibly happen.
Somebody's having you!" "Well, somebody had _him_, at all events.

Young Carboys, I mean--the chap that's engaged, or, rather was engaged, to Captain Morrison's daughter; and the poor girl's half out of her mind over it.

He put the belt on in the presence of her and her father--in their own house, mind you--walked into a bedroom, and vanished like smoke.

Doors locked, windows closed, room empty, belt on the floor, and man gone.

Not a trace of him from that moment to this; and yesterday was to have been his wedding-day.