“Which will be——?”
“I can’t name the day; but I hope it will be an early one.”
“A mysterious journey—eh?”
“No; but one which it is not at all necessary to take an opinion upon.”
“By the way, you wrote the letter to that Irish fellow the other evening—what did you do with it?”
“It is on the writing-table.”
“And I suppose I may make use of it, if I need it?”
“Yes; it’s a matter that other things have driven out of my head; but the letter is yours, if you wish.”
“And you will stand by me, I hope, if I get into a scrape?”
“Don’t count on me. I’m a capricious fellow, and whenever a thing does not come off at once, I never can vouch for the spirit in which I may resume it.”