"He does remember my name, then ?" "Whatever do you mean?
Of course he does," said Horace.

"You know that well enough." "I shouldn't have known it unless you'd told me," said Gedge, with a cloud on his face; "he's never sent me a word since he left." "He's been awfully busy--he's scarcely had time to write home.

I say, young 'un, what's the row with you?
What makes you so queer ?" "Oh, I don't know," said the boy wearily; "I used to fancy somebody cared for me, but I was mistaken.

I was going to the dogs fast enough when Cruden came here; I pulled up then, because I thought he'd stand by me; but now he's gone and forgotten all about me.

I'll--well, there's nothing to prevent me going to the bad; and I may as well make up my mind to it." "No, no," said Horace, taking his arm kindly; "you mustn't say that, young 'un.