'Besides it is nearly Sunday morning, and we must all break up directly,' so he slipped away from his seat, looked on for a few minutes, and when the party were again absorbed in their game, went to bed.
'Well,' he thought; 'I am not as particular as I ought to be, I know, myself; but to play cards into Sunday morning! I could not do this.

What would my poor mother say of Netta if she knew it?
I will have a serious conversation with her to-morrow, when I suppose she will have an hour to spare, and be off on Monday.

I almost wish I had never come.

That Madame Duvet, too! One cannot help paying her attention, and she is very handsome and agreeable; but even if there were no Gladys, she wouldn't suit me; and here am I almost making her believe--Pashaw! She don't care for me.

What a vain fellow I am! But, I suppose, as Netta says, they admire my beard.