"I say, Everard, are the ladies pretty over in Canada?"
"Some of them."
"But now, answer me on your word of honour, have they not red noses?"
A laugh.
"How do you think George is looking?"
"Oh! very well."
"What a touching thing it was to see you two meet."
"Did you think so?"
"Margaret, just fancy two brothers who had not seen each other for three years, George comes into the room with his mouth full of something about my chestnut, and seeing Everard in the arm-chair, asleep, says: 'Ah! Everard, you there!' Upon which my friend to the right, answers: 'Eh! George how are you?' I shed tears. Two horses, I need not say, would have been more affectionate."
"I am sure I kissed you," said Everard, anxious to defend himself.