I have their portraits.

Perhaps you would like to keep them in your own possession." "No present you could make me, would be so valuable," I replied.
"No heroics," he said, going to a beautiful inlaid cabinet.

"I detest sentimental people.

They are the greatest humbugs in the world." Returning to the table, he placed two large miniature cases in my hand.
I eagerly seized them.
"Don't look at them now," he resumed, "or we shall have a scene--wait until you are alone.

I found them among my brother's papers, and had forgotten all about them, until I chanced to stumble over them in the bustle of removing." I hid away the precious relics in my bosom, and was about to quit the room.
"Sit down, Geoffrey," he said, with a grim smile, "you are too sober to go to bed yet." I filled the glass mechanically, but it remained untasted before me.
"By the by," continued my uncle, in a careless tone, which his eager glance contradicted, "what has become of your friend Harrison ?" "I wish I knew.