"I am remiss.

For the purposes of the moment, hang Stafford! What shall we do ?" She got up and came close to him.
"Mr.Lane," she whispered, "what do you think there is in the stable ?" "I know what there isn't: that's a horse fit to ride." "A libel! a libel! But there is [in a still lower whisper] a _sociable_." "A what ?" "A sociable." "Do you mean a tricycle ?" "Yes--for two." "Oho!" said Eugene, gently chuckling.
"Wouldn't it be fun ?" "On the road ?" "N--no, perhaps not; round the park." "Hush! S'death! if Kate saw us! Where is she ?" "I saw her last with Mr.Haddington." "In the scheme of creation everything has its use," replied Eugene tranquilly.

"Haddington supplies a felt want." "Be quiet.

But will you ?" "Yes; come along.

Be swift and silent." "I must go and put on an old frock." "All right; be quick." "What is the use ?" Eugene pondered; "I can't have her, and Stafford may as well--if he will.