Not safe, my boy," said he.
"What ?" said Archie.
"Well, it's your own fault if I must put a name on the thing; but really, as a friend, I cannot stand by and see you rushing head down into these dangers.

My dear boy," said he, holding up a warning cigar, "consider! What is to be the end of it ?" "The end of what ?"--Archie, helpless with irritation, persisted in this dangerous and ungracious guard.
"Well, the end of the milkmaid; or, to speak more by the card, the end of Miss Christina Elliott of the Cauldstaneslap." "I assure you," Archie broke out, "this is all a figment of your imagination.

There is nothing to be said against that young lady; you have no right to introduce her name into the conversation." "I'll make a note of it," said Frank.

"She shall henceforth be nameless, nameless, nameless, Grigalach! I make a note besides of your valuable testimony to her character.

I only want to look at this thing as a man of the world.