I want a drink." "I should say you did!" the young woman declared, pertly.

"Sitting there, looking struck all of a heap! Some woman, I expect, you've been gone on.

You men are all the same.

I've no patience with you--not a bit.

If it wasn't," she added, taking down the whiskey bottle from the shelf, "that life's so precious dull without you, I wouldn't have a thing to say to you--no, not me nor Milly either! We were both talking about you and Mr.Waddington only a few nights ago, and of the two I'm not sure that he's not the worst.