The things we do!

It's easy to see," says Fred, looking round with a knowing
air, "that this young man hasn't got the usages of society--he's not been
accustomed to it:" and he led the dandy out.
Others had meanwhile explained the state of the case to the Colonel--
including Sir Thomas de Boots, who was highly energetic and delighted
with Clive's spirit; and some were for having the song to continue; but
the Colonel, puffing his cigar, said, "No. My pipe is out. I will never
sing again." So this history will record no more of Thomas Newcome's
musical performances.


CHAPTER XIV
Park Lane

Clive woke up the next morning to be aware of a racking headache, and, by
the dim light of his throbbing eyes, to behold his father with solemn
face at his bed-foot--a reproving conscience to greet his waking.
"You drank too much wine last night, and disgraced yourself, sir," the
old soldier said. "You must get up and eat humble pie this morning, my
boy."
"Humble what, father?" asked the lad, hardly aware of his words, or the
scene before him.


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