"It is not good," said the new-comer.
"But the wine I trust is," said the Governor.
"It might supply goodness," Langstroth replied, "if it were not a bit pricked." It was a tender subject, and his host, feeling grossly wronged, was silent.
"Any fresh news?" said the attorney-general.
"Yes, sir; yes. The Princeton College lottery was drawn this morning, and guess who drew a prize?"
"Not I"—"Nor I," they cried. "Who was it? Not you?"
"I! No such luck."
"Who, then?"
"Well, I bought ten chances in the fall, and one for my great-niece, Margaret Swanwick. Her mother did not like it. Friends are all for putting an end to lotteries."