Hallo! here's the _fons et origo mali_." Morewood joined them.
"I have been," he said gravely, "rescuing my picture.

That insipid lunatic had wrapped it up in brown paper, and put it among his socks in his portmanteau.

I couldn't see it anywhere till I routed out the portmanteau.

If it had come to grief I should have entered the Academy." "Don't give way so," said Ayre; "it's unmanly.

Control your emotions." Eugene rose.
"Where are you going ?" Eugene smiled.
"This," said Ayre to Morewood, with a wave of his hand, "is an abandoned young man." "It is," said Morewood.