"How did she take it?"
"Made a great fuss at first, but I hope that's over by this time."
"Oh, she'll come round, never fear. She had to make a little fuss, you know, for appearance sake."
"That's it, exactly."
"Well, we wish you luck, Mr. Bissell, and now, good day."
"Good-day, gentlemen—but stay! one word: When do you leave New York, and in what direction?"
"We leave this very day, and we're going to Mexico or Central America."
"You couldn't have chosen more wisely. I wish you the best of luck and continued prosperity."
"Thank you, sir."
"I shall always feel an interest in your welfare. Write to me, when you get settled down there."