These little ones come into contact with us; they see us, athletic, beautiful, in the hunting-field or at the wicket; they sit beside us at dinner and listen to our brilliant conversation.

They have met us, and the mischief is done.

Every man--except, perhaps, yourself and Jimmy--knows the names of a few dear girls who have lost their hearts to him--some more, some less.

I do not pretend to be in a different position from my neighbors, or in a better one.

To some slight extent I may be to blame.