ing the good Samaritan. All I wish is to keep you quiet.'
'If quietness is what you wish, Mr. Innes,' said Archie, 'and you will promise to leave me entirely to myself, I will tell you so much, that I am going to walk in the country and admire the beauties of nature.'
'Honour bright?' asked Frank.
'I am not in the habit of lying, Mr. Innes,' retorted Archie. 'I have the honour of wishing you good-day.'
'You won't forget the Spec.?' asked Innes.
'The Spec.?' said Archie. 'O no, I won't forget the Spec.'
And the one young man carried his tortured spirit forth of the city and all the day long, by one road and another, in an endless pilgrimage of misery; while the other hastened smilingly to spread the news of Weir's access of insanity, and to drum up for that night a full attendance at the Speculative, where further eccentric
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