I'll go to the Land's-end,--to Norway,--to Africa--" "And forget her in the bliss of lion-hunting." "Don't, I tell you; here I will not stay to be driven mad.

To think that she is here, and that hateful Yankee at her elbow.

I'll go--" "To Lady M----'s ball ?" "No, confound it; to meet that fellow there! I should quarrel with him, as sure as there is hot Irish blood in my veins.

The self-satisfied puppy! to be flirting and strutting there, while such a creature as that is lying thinking of him." "Would you have him shut himself up in his hotel, and write poetry; or walk the streets all night, sighing at the moon ?" "No; but the cool way in which he went off himself, and sent her to bed.

Confound him! commanding her.