"I wish this confounded thing hadn't happened. It spoils our win."
The Chief Justice nodded, and whistled a bar or two of some sad ditty.
"I'm glad she's dead, poor soul, Perry," he said.
"There's the girl," said Sir Robert.
"Ay, there's the girl."
They did not speak again till they were just parting, when the Chief Justice broke out,
"Why the deuce couldn't the fellow take his beastly photograph with him?"
"It's very absurd," answered Sir Robert, "but I feel just the same about it."
"I'm hanged if you're not a gentleman, Perry," said the Chief Justice, and he hastened away, blowing his nose.