"My head is not so cool as yours." Cool, indeed, and the room whirling round and round, like a teetotum! "Oh, if you won't, I won't," said I confusedly; "but I--I could--drink my share of another bottle, I assure you, and not--feel the slightest...." "I have no doubt on that point," said my neighbor, gravely; "but our French wines are deceptive, Mr.Arbuthnot, and you might possibly suffer some inconvenience to-morrow.

You, as a medical man, should understand the evils of dyspepsia." "Dy--dy--dyspepsia be hanged," I muttered, dreamily.

"Tell me, friend--by the by, I forget your name.

Friend what ?" "Friend Pythias," returned the stranger, drily.

"You gave me the name yourself." "Ay, but your real name ?" He shrugged his shoulders.
"One name is as good as another," said he, lightly.