She has got my leave from the general; and hang it--there's no help for it--I can't vex her, you know.

Indeed, Puddock, I _would_ not vex her.

Poor old aunt--she has been mighty kind to me--no one knows how kind.

So I leave to-morrow.' 'Not to stay away!' exclaimed Puddock, much concerned.
'I don't know, dear Puddock.

I know no more than the man in the moon what her plans are.