'Do not you ?' 'Oh, I say I do.

But do I ?' said Attwater.

'One thing I know at least: I never gave a cry like yours.

Hay! it came from a bad conscience! Ah, man, that poor diving dress of self-conceit is sadly tattered! Today, now, while the sun sets, and here in this burying place of brown innocents, fall on your knees and cast your sins and sorrows on the Redeemer.

Hay--' 'Not Hay!' interrupted the other, strangling.