London, ma'am, and I always find that spirits comes home warmer to the feelings."
This interesting communication was addressed to Mrs. Maylie, who received it very graciously. While it was being conveyed to her, the doctor slipped out of the room.
"Ah!" said Mr. Blathers, not holding his wine-glass by the stem, but grasping the bottom between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, and placing it in front of his chest. "I have seen a good many pieces of business like this in my time, ladies."
"That crack down in the back lane at Edmonton, Blathers," said Mr. Duff, assisting his colleague's memory.
"That was something in this way, warn't it?" rejoined Mr. Blathers; "that was done by Conkey Chickweed, that was."
"You always gave that to him," replied Duff. "It was the Family Pet, I tell you, and Conkey hadn't any more to do with it than I had."
"Get out!" retorted Mr. Blathers: "I know better. Do you mind that time Conkey was