"I'm damned if I know what it is!" and he looked at the volume in his hand.

"Paul and Virginia--faugh!" He threw the book down and stalked to the window.

Fairfax Cary sat in silence, one booted knee over the other, an arm upon the back of his chair, and the riding-whip depending from his hand.

The Major turned.

"They have laid down Pope, and Mr.Page is making his adieux! Humph! I can remember a day when the poem was considered vastly moving.