The fact is, I struck him, and he forgave it.

I could n't have done that myself.

And I believe I'm in for a headache to-morrow; upon my soul, I do.

Mart Tinman would champagne us; but, poor old boy, I struck him, and I couldn't make amends--didn't see my way; and we joined hands over the glass--to the deuce with the glass!--and the end of it is, Netty--she did n't propose it, but as I'm in his--I say, as I had struck him, she--it was rather solemn, if you had seen us--she burst into tears, and there was Mrs.Cavely, and old Mart, and me as big a fool--if I'm not a villain!" Fellingham perceived a more than common effect of Tin man's wine.

He touched Van Diemen on the shoulder.