"I wish I knew whether any rascal really has been tampering with her, and attempting to engage her affections. I think I should assassinate him, Bob."
"I'd put a bullet in him, if I found him out," said Mr. Sawyer, stopping in the course of a long draught of beer, and looking malignantly out of the porter pot." If that didn't do his business, I'd extract it afterwards, and kill him that way."
Mr. Benjamin Allen gazed abstractedly on his friend for some minutes in silence, and then said:
"You have never proposed to her, point-blank, Bob?"in "No. Because I saw it would be of no use," replied Mr. Robert Sawyer.
"You shall do it, before you are twenty-four hours older," retorted Ben, with desperate calmness. "She shall have you, or I'll know the reason why. I'll exert my authority."
"Well," said Mr. Bob Sawyer, "we shall see."
"We shall see, my friend," replied Mr. Ben Allen, fiercely. He paused for a few seconds, and added in a voice broken by emotion, " You have loved her from a child, my friend. You loved her when we were boys at school together, and, even then, she was wayward, and slighted your young feelings. Do you recollect, with all the eagerness of a child's love, one day pressing upon her acceptance, two small caraway-seed biscuits and one sweet apple, neatly folded into a circular parcel with the leaf of a copybook?"
"I do," replied Bob Sawyer.
"She slighted that, I think?" said Ben Allen.
"She did," rejoined Bob. "She said I had kept the parcel so long in the pockets of my corduroys, that the apple was unpleasantly warm."
"I remember," said Mr. Allen, gloomily. "Upon which we ate it ourselves, in alternate bites."
Bob Sawyer intimated his recollection of the circumstance last alluded to, by a melancholy frown; and the two friends remained for some time absorbed, each in his own meditations.
