In another moment he was saying, in the easy, pleasant way everybody liked, that he was glad to see Ellen; and how was Mrs. Dix, this evening? And why wasn't she there? Ellen replied demurely that it had been given out on Sunday as a young people's social; so her mother thought she wasn't included.

It came up behind the mate one evening just as he left the ship and walked beside him in silence. "Halloa," said the mate, at last. "Halloa," said Mr. Heard. "Going to see Emma?" "I'm going to see Miss Smith," said the mate. Mr. Heard laughed; a forced, mirthless laugh. "And we don't want you following us about," said Mr. Dix, sharply.

Upon the possible discomfiture of Fanny Dodge he bestowed but a single thought: She would get over it. "It" meaning a quite pardonable fancy he refused to give it a more specific name for himself. To the unvoiced opinions of Mrs. Solomon Black, Mrs. Deacon Whittle, Ellen Dix, Mrs. Abby Daggett and all the other women of his parish he was wholly indifferent.

The servant there looked me over with no great favour, but on telling him my business he went off, and returned with a young man of a pink and white complexion, in a green riding-frock, leather breeches, and top boots, who said: "Well, my man, I am Mr. Dix." There was a look about him, added to his tone and manner, set me strong against him. I knew his father had not been of this stamp.

She was fond of piquet, and we played together for small stakes for some time. In the end she lost twenty crowns to me, and I was forced to take the money for fear of offending her. When we went back we met Croce and Conti, who had both won Conti a score of louis at Faro, and Croce more than a hundred guineas at 'passe dix', which he had been playing at a club of Englishmen.

It's somewhere about here, isn't it?" "Over there," said Septimus, with a wave of the hand. He brought a chair from the other table. "Do sit down." Sypher obeyed. "How's the wife?" "The what?" asked Septimus. "The wife Mrs. Dix." "Oh, very well, thank you," he said hurriedly. "Let me introduce you to my good friend Monsieur Hégisippe Cruchot of the Zouaves Monsieur Cruchot Monsieur Clem Sypher."

Ellen Dix tossed her head. "Oh, is there?" she said airily. "Well, I don't even think she's pretty; do you, Fan? with all that light hair, drawn back plain from her forehead, and those big, solemn eyes. But I guess she thinks she's pretty, all right." "She doesn't think anything about herself," said Jim doggedly. "She isn't that kind of a girl." Ellen Dix bit a vexed exclamation short.

To the General commanding the U.S. Army, Washington: GENERAL: In obedience to the order of his Excellency, the President of the Confederate States, I have the honor to make you the following communication: On the 22d of July last a cartel for a general exchange of prisoners was signed by Major-General John A. Dix, on behalf of the United States, and by Major-General D.H. Hill, on the part of this government.

Dix, "I hardly felt like saying anything before her. She is so old and innocent." "Is n't she!" said Mrs. Osgood. Virginia, much exercised over the health of Aberdeen Boy, had gone out to the barn to have a talk with Uncle Israel, who, with a peacock fly-fan moving majestically back and forth, was sitting up with eighteen hundred pounds of sick bull.

Mr. Dix, smiling indulgently, extended his hands, which Mr. Heard seized with the proverbial grasp of a drowning man. "All right, take it easy, don't get excited," said the smiling mate, "four foot of water won't hurt anyone. If Here! Let go o' me, d'ye hear? Let go! If you don't let go I'll punch your head." "You couldn't save me against my will without coming in," said Mr. Heard.