"I was destined to meet them this morning," replied Daly, "and, if it had not been for this 'bleeding piece of earth,'" laying hold of his nose, "I could not well have escaped; but for you, rely upon it, it will all turn out right. In a week they will have utterly forgotten you."
"What," said I, "will Fanny so soon lose all recollection of me?"
"To be sure she will," said Daly. "As somebody says,
'Fancy's visions, like the sand,
Every idle mark receive;
Lines are traced by every hand,
Which no lasting impress leave.'"
"But her hand," said I.
"You took and shook," replied he, "and very wisely too; but recollect it was nearly dark when we made our exit."
"And you insulted the father——"