"I showed him this note," said the unhappy Jack, producing the document.
"That note? You've ruined me! Do you know what it was about?"
"I'd forgotten."
"Why, it was all about horseracing, pugilism, and cock fighting, you jackass!"
"Letter for Mr. Bliffins!" said the waiter, entering with another epistle. Bliffins read it aloud.
"Mr. William Bliffins.
"Sir: In answer to application of your friend, yesterday, for daughter's hand, have to reply for daughter, and say that the honor is respectfully declined. Had you obtained the office you applied for, might have treated with you. Daughter requests me to say that she could not have done so in any case.
"Your ob't servant,
J. Trevor."
"P.S. Please hand the enclosed to Mr. Withers."