"Miss Thornhill's a charming girl.

_I_ think a wife a needless incumbrance, and mean to die a bachelor.

But, if I were in your place, I know what I'd do--" "What--what would you do ?" asked Hogarth, eagerly.
"Run away with her," replied Gay.
"Pish!" exclaimed Hogarth.

But he afterwards acted upon the suggestion.
"Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat.

"Rather in the way.
Send you the shirt.