Are you prepared, may I ask, for the consequences of my disappointing ten thousand readers ?" "It's little I care for one of them.

I never knew much of reading myself." "If you think to make a jest of me--" interposed Mr.Meekins, reddening with passion.
"A jest of you! Troth, it's little fun I can get out of you; you're as tiresome a creature as ever I spent an evening with.

See now, I told you before not to provoke me; we'll have a little more drink; ring the bell.
Who knows but you'll turn out better by-and-by ?" As Mike rose at these words to summon the waiter, Mr.Meekins seized the opportunity to make his escape.

Scarcely had he reached the door, however, when he was perceived by Mickey, who hurled the trumpet at him with all his force, while he uttered a shout that nearly left the poor editor lifeless with terror.

This time, happily, Mr.Free's aim failed him, and before he could arrest the progress of his victim, he had gained the corridor, and with one bound, cleared the first flight of the staircase, his pace increasing every moment as Mike's denunciations grew louder and louder, till at last, as he reached the street, Mr.Free's delight overcame his indignation, and he threw himself upon a chair and laughed immoderately.
"Oh, may I never! if I didn't frighten the editor.