We must be sure give the toast to Trevelyan, when they are present, to have another skirmish." "Judging from your state of mind at the first, one would not deem it advisable to enter the lists a second time," said Captain Douglas.

"Bear in mind the Major has too much on his hands already." "Constant practice only serves to sharpen his wits," said Mr.Howe, with a vein of sarcasm in his tones.

"It grows late, or, I should say, early," said Douglas, without taking notice of the last sentence.

"Howe, good morning, I shall retire." "Au revoir Douglas." "Oh, sleep! Oh, gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse," murmured Captain Douglas, as he sought repose from the wearing and fatiguing rounds of the last evening and remaining part of the night.

Soon the "gentle sleep" was upon him, and, steeped in quiet forgetfulness, slept peacefully, regardless of toast, speeches and cousin Jonathan.
His friend in the adjoining room still puffed away at a cigar, drank another toast to cousin Jonathan, soliloquizing: "By Jove, I shall watch him closely.