The "Select Sociables" heard it, and voted it a good job.

The Fourth and Fifth heard it, and said, "Young idiots!" The Sixth heard it, and shook their heads.
Pledge, however, regarded the matter with complacency.
"So it's a row, is it ?" said he, as his _protege_ wandered disconsolately into his study after morning school.

"Pistols for two, coffee for four, and all that sort of thing, eh ?" "He cuts me dead," said Heathcote.
"And you break your heart?
Of course you do.

I knew you couldn't get on without him." "I don't break my heart at all!" said Heathcote, savagely.
"No; you look as if you were going to hang yourself! How glad he'll be to see dear Georgie sorrowing for his sins! If you'll take my advice, you'll go out next time you see him and lie down at his feet and ask him kindly to tread upon you." "I'm not going to bother about him!" said Heathcote, miserably.

"If he wants to make up, he'll have to come and ask me himself." "And, of course, you'll fall on his neck, and weep, and say, 'Oh! yes, I loved you always.' Very pretty! Seriously, youngster--don't make a donkey of yourself! As long as it pays him to cut you, he will cut you, and when it pays him better to be friends, he'll want to be friends.
Don't make yourself too cheap.