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Lorry, you cannot control the mincing vanities and giddinesses of

empty-headed girls; you must not expect to do it, or you will

always be disappointed. Now, pray say no more about it. I tell

you, I regret it on account of others, but I am satisfied on my

own account. And I am really very much obliged to you for

allowing me to sound you, and for giving me your advice; you know

the young lady better than I do; you were right, it never would

have done."

Mr. Lorry was so taken aback, that he looked quite stupidly at

Mr. Stryver shouldering him towards the door, with an appearance

of showering generosity, forbearance, and goodwill, on his erring

head. "Make the best of it, my dear sir," said Stryver; "say no

more about it; thank you again for allowing me to sound you; good

night!"

Mr. Lorry was out in the night, before he knew where he was. Mr.

Stryver was lying back on his sofa, winking at his ceiling.

CHAPTER XIII. The Fellow of No Delicacy