I should like to have it said that I was once a paid contributor to literature.

If I don't give it to you, I'll stand you a dinner, that's all." "Done!" said the editor.

"And you know nothing of her now ?" "No," said Jack, promptly.

"Nor you ?" "No more than I have told you." "That'll do.

So long!" And Jack, carefully adjusting his glossy hat over his curls at an ominously wicked angle, sauntered lightly from the room.
The editor, glancing after his handsome figure and hearing him take up his pretermitted whistle as he passed out, began to think that the contingent dinner was by no means an inevitable prospect.
Howbeit, he plunged once more into his monotonous duties.