He was just drunk enough to be sociable, and spying Richard by the light of the lamppost he hurried to his side, and taking his arm in the confidential manner he always assumed when intoxicated, he began talking in a half-foolish, half-rational way, very disgusting to Richard, who tried vainly to shake him off.

Harry was not to be baffled, and with a stammer and a hiccough he began: "I say--a--now, old chap, don't be so fast to get rid of a cove.

Wife waiting for you, I suppose.

Deuced fine woman.

Envy you; I do, 'pon honor, and so does somebody else.