"I hate the idea of the plague.

It poisons all our pleasures.

We must meet at noon to-morrow, at the Smyrna, to compare notes as to our successes.

Before we separate, can I be of any further service to you, Wyvil?
I came here to enjoy _your_ triumph; but, egad, I have found so admirable a bubble in that hot-headed Disbrowe, whom I met at the Smyrna, and brought here to while away the time, that I must demand your congratulations upon _mine_." "You have certainly achieved an easy victory over the husband," returned Wyvil; "and I trust your success with the wife will be commensurate.

I require no further assistance.