I shall take him off the list of my friends." "In that case, take me off the list with him, Major.

I am in wretched spirits too.

You are my husband's old friend.

I may acknowledge to _you_ that our married life is just now not quite a happy one." Major Fitz-David lifted his eyebrows (dyed to match his whiskers) in polite surprise.
"Already!" he exclaimed.

"What can Eustace be made of?
Has he no appreciation of beauty and grace?
Is he the most insensible of living beings ?" "He is the best and dearest of men," I answered.