It lasts the best part of a quarter of hour, and ends by reducing Tou Tou to tears.
"But come," says Algy, taking his cigar out of his mouth, throwing his head back, and blowing two columns of smoke out of his nose, "let us take up our subject again where we dropped it.

I should be really glad if I could get you to own that you and _he_"-- (indicating my husband by a jerk of his head)--"grew rather sick of each other! Whether you own it or not, I know you _did_; and it would give me pleasure to hear it.

You need not take it personally.

I assure you that it is no slur upon him--_everybody_ does.

I have talked to lots of fellows who have gone through it, and they all say the same." "Nancy!" says Bobby, abandoning, at length, his persecution of Tou Tou, and pretending not to hear her last persevering assertion of her determination not to be episcopally wed--"tell the truth, and shame the devil.