Thou fool, this night thy soul shall be required of thee.' 'I do not understand you,' said Herrick.
'Not ?' said Attwater.
'You seem to speak in riddles,' said Herrick, unsteadily.

'I do not understand what manner of man you are, nor what you are driving at.' Attwater stood with his hands upon his hips, and his head bent forward.
'I am a fatalist,' he replied, 'and just now (if you insist on it) an experimentalist.

Talking of which, by the bye, who painted out the schooner's name ?' he said, with mocking softness, 'because, do you know?
one thinks it should be done again.

It can still be partly read; and whatever is worth doing, is surely worth doing well.

You think with me?
That is so nice! Well, shall we step on the verandah?
I have a dry sherry that I would like your opinion of.' Herrick followed him forth to where, under the light of the hanging lamps, the table shone with napery and crystal; followed him as the criminal goes with the hangman, or the sheep with the butcher; took the sherry mechanically, drank it, and spoke mechanical words of praise.