“Right there, Grog. It's all preach and no pay; but read it” And he lighted his cigar, and puffed away.
“'Lake of Como, Oct 15
“What 's the old cove about up at Como so late in the season?”
“Read it, and you 'll know all,” said the other, sententiously.
“'Dear Annesley,—I have been plotting a letter to you these half-dozen weeks; but what with engagements, the heat, and that insurmountable desire to defer whatever can by possibility be put off, all my good intentions have turned out tolerably like some of your own,—pleasant memories, and nothing more. Georgina, too, said—'
“Who's Georgina?”
“My sister-in-law.”
“What's she like,—you never spoke of her?”
“Oh, nothing particular. She was a Ludworth; they 're a proud set, but have n't a brass farthing among them.”
“Why did he marry her?”