Tell me if this is not a friend's part that I am playing ?" "I believe you think it so," replied Archle.

"I can go as far as that.
I can do so much justice to your motives.

But I will hear no more of it.
I am going to bed." "That's right, Weir," said Frank heartily.

"Go to bed and think over it; and I say, man, don't forget your prayers! I don't often do the moral--don't go in for that sort of thing--but when I do there's one thing sure, that I mean it." So Archie marched off to bed, and Frank sat alone by the table for another hour or so, smiling to himself richly.

There was nothing vindictive in his nature; but, if revenge came in his way, it might as well be good, and the thought of Archie's pillow reflections that night was indescribably sweet to him.