The things we do!

Much better than the West Indies,
where a fellow's liver goes to the deuce with hot pickles and sangaree.
Mackenzie was a dev'lish wild fellow," whispers Captain Goby to his
neighbour (the present biographer, indeed), "and Mrs. Mack was as
pretty a little woman as ever you set eyes on." (Captain Goby winks, and
looks peculiarly sly as he makes this statement.) "Our regiment wasn't on
your side of India, Colonel."
And in the interchange of such delightful remarks, and with music and
song, the evening passes away. "Since the house had been adorned by the
fair presence of Mrs. Mackenzie and her daughter," Honeyman said, always
gallant in behaviour and flowery in expression, "it seemed as if spring
had visited it. Its hospitality was invested with a new grace; its ever
welcome little reunions were doubly charming. But why did these ladies
come, if they were to go away again? How--how would Mr. Binnie console
himself (not to mention others) if they left him in solitude?"
"We have no wish to leave my brother James in solitude," cries Mrs.


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