Prithie, the afternoon must have been passed by you far less pleasantly than its hours sped with me." "I have been conversing with good Master Cairnes," I responded gravely.
"I found him in no state of mind or body to bring me pleasant thought." "_Parbleu_! I warrant not from all I hear of that worthy servant," the Chevalier laughed gayly.

"'T is told me the grim-faced old hypocrite sits in worshipful state, a veritable god, trussed like a bronze idol or some mummy of the Egyptians.

By my faith, I should enjoy gazing on his solemn face, and listening to his words withal." "'T is an unhappy experience for a Christian." "Ay! a pity; yet it should do the canting preacher good to play heathen god a while.

She pictured to me most vividly his struggles to escape a fit draping with which to match his hair.

_Sacre_! I have not laughed so heartily since leaving New Orleans." "She ?" I exclaimed in new interest.