It is too late to find Ellen now, or to get a word with her if we did.

The last I saw of her she was simply persecuted by Larry Belknap of the Ninth Dragoons--all the Army knows that he's awfully gone over Ellen." "But we'll find her somewhere--" "No, Jack, you'd better banish Ellen, and all the rest.

Take my advice and run over home and go to bed.

You forget you've the match on for to-morrow; and I must say, not wanting to disturb you in the least, I believe you're going to need all your nerve.

There's Scotch on the sideboard, but don't drink champagne." The scene had lost interest to me.