He beckoned to Phoebe, and after considerable hesitation she opened her window.
"Phoebe," said he, in tones of tender regret, admirably natural and sweet, "I shall never offend you again; so forgive me this once.

I have given that girl up." "Not you," said Phoebe, sullenly.
"Indeed I have.

After our quarrel, I started to propose to her; but I had not the heart; I came back and left her." "Time will show.

If it is not her, it will be some other, you false, heartless villain." "Come, I say, don't be so hard on me in trouble.

I am going to prison." "So I suppose." "Ah! but it is worse than you think.