The _regimen_ at the Retreat was no doubt severe.
"What do you mean by coming to my senses ?" "Why, doing what any man does when he finds he's in love--barring a sound reason against it." "And that is ?" "Try his luck.

You needn't look at me.

I've tried my luck before now, and it was damned bad luck.

So here I am, a musty old curmudgeon; and there's Ayre, a snarling old cur!" "I don't bore you about it ?" "No, I like jawing." "Well then, I was going to say, of course you don't know how it struck me." "Yes, I do, but I don't think any the better of it for that." "You knew about my vow?
I suppose you think that--" "Bosh?
Yes, I do.

I think all vows bosh; but without asking you to agree to that, though I think I did ask the Bishop of Bellminster to, I do say this one is utter bosh.