and mine were assembled in order that the apology

In his hands, and said that life was really not worth the living, and
that if anybody would suggest a comfortable way of committing
suicide he would
adopt it at once. When my turn came, I, remembering the buttons on
"Jeems," guessed a livery for
Chad, at which the dear lady laughed more merrily than before, and Fitz
remarked in a disgusted tone that the dense stupidity of some men was
one of the characteristics
of the time. "No; it's nothing to eat and it's nothing to wear. It's a
most charming young lady who at my earnest solicitation has

consented to

dine with us, and to whom I want you two young gentlemen (Fitz is forty
if he's a day, and looks it) to be most devoted."
"Pretty?"
asked Fitz, pulling up his collar--prinki