He had now forgiven and almost forgotten Vane; and had reflected that, after all, the drama was his proper walk.
"My dear," said he to Mrs.Triplet, "this family is on the eve of a great triumph!" Then, inverting that order of the grandiloquent and the homely which he invented in our first chapter, he proceeded to say: "I have reared in a single day a new avenue by which histrionic greatness, hitherto obstructed, may become accessible.

Wife, I think I have done the trick at last.

Lysimachus!" added he, "let a libation be poured out on so smiling an occasion, and a burnt-offering rise to propitiate the celestial powers.

Run to the 'Sun,' you dog.

Three pennyworth of ale, and a hap'orth o' tobacco." Ere the month was out, I am sorry to say, the Triplets were reduced to a state of beggary.