You must have suspected, from my frequent visits to Apple Orchard--hum--hum--well, well, sir; it's out now, and I've made a clean breast of it, and you're not to speak of it! I am tired of bachelordom, sir, and am going to change!" With these words, Mr.Roundjacket executed a pirouette upon his rheumatic leg, which caused him to fall back in his chair, making the most extraordinary faces, which we can compare to nothing but the contortions of a child who bites a crab-apple by mistake.
The twinge soon spent its force, however; and then Mr.Roundjacket and Verty resumed their colloquy--after which, Verty rose and took his leave, smiling and laughing to himself, at times.
He had reason.

Miss Lavinia, who had denounced wife-hunters, was about to espouse Mr.Roundjacket, who had declared matrimony the most miserable of mortal conditions; all which is calculated to raise our opinion of the consistency of human nature in a most wonderful degree..