The other evening I was coming home from one of Sir Lionel's preserves, and had sent the keeper on before in order more undisturbedly to " "Con witticisms for dinner," said Wormwood. "To make out the meaning of Mr. Wormwood's last work," continued Lord Vincent.

The other evening I was coming home from one of Sir Lionel's preserves, and had sent the keeper on before in order more undisturbedly to " "Con witticisms for dinner," said Wormwood. "To make out the meaning of Mr. Wormwood's last work," continued Lord Vincent.

Wormwood's object was effected. Two people were silenced and uncomfortable, and a sort of mist hung over the spirits of the whole party. The dinner went on and off, like all other dinners; the ladies retired, and the men drank, and talked indecorums. Mr. Oh! la belle chose que la Poste! Lettres de Sevigne. Ay but who is it? As you Like it.

Wormwood's answer, I gave the rein to my horse, and was soon lost among the crowd, which had now began to assemble.

In his grief because of his father's fate, he had thought only of his weapons and ammunition, and by the expression on his face I knew full well he would use them manfully if we came within striking distance of Lieutenant Wormwood's murderers.

"It is for you to say when we shall set out," I replied, envying those of my comrades who stood near at hand to witness the departure, and the words had hardly more than been spoken before the old man started off at a smart pace in the direction of the thicket where Lieutenant Wormwood's body had so lately been found.

Wormwood's answer, I gave the rein to my horse, and was soon lost among the crowd, which had now began to assemble.

Wormwood's object was effected. Two people were silenced and uncomfortable, and a sort of mist hung over the spirits of the whole party. The dinner went on and off, like all other dinners; the ladies retired, and the men drank, and talked indecorums. Mr. Oh! la belle chose que la Poste! Lettres de Sevigne. Ay but who is it? As you Like it.