At last it was necessary that the defeat should be acknowledged.

"We're beaten, Madame Goesler," said Phineas, almost in tears.
"Altogether beaten, Mr.Finn." "I've a good mind to swear that I'll never come out hunting again." "Swear what you like, if it will relieve you, only don't think of keeping such an oath.

I've known you before this to be depressed by circumstances quite as distressing as these, and to be certain that all hope was over;--but yet you have recovered." This was the only allusion she had yet made to their former acquaintance.

"And now we must think of getting out of the wood." "I haven't the slightest idea of the direction of anything." "Nor have I; but as we clearly can't get out this way we might as well try the other.

Come along.