How many times have you eaten yours, my pretty Polly, since last you resolved to forswear love ?" "Not once.

I've learned my lesson.

I know it now by heart." "So it doesn't interest you now to know anything about poor Lance Vane ?" It was not the pale moonlight that made Lavinia's cheeks at that moment look so white.

Gay, who was gazing fixedly at her, saw her lips quiver.
"Poor Lance Vane?
Why do you speak of him like that?
Has he had his play accepted and has it made his fortune ?" she exclaimed ironically.
"Neither the one nor the other.

Ill luck's dogged him.