\"Come,you\'vegiventhemeachapatontheheadhaven\'tyougotoneforme？Ineeditenough,forifevertherewasapoordevilbornunderanevilstar,itisC。C。Campbell,\"exclaimedCharlie,leaninghischinonhiscuewithadiscontentedexpressionofcountenance,fortryingtobegoodisoftenveryhardworktillonegetsusedtoit。
\"Oh,yes！Icanaccommodateyou。\"And,asifhiswordssuggestedtheselection,Mac,stilllyingflatuponhisback,repeatedoneofhisfavoritebitsfromBeaumontandFletcher,forhehadawonderfulmemoryandcouldreeloffpoetrybythehourtogether。\"Manishisownstar;andthesoulthatcanRenderanhonestandaperfectmanCommandsalllight,allinfluence,allfate。
Nothingtohimfallsearlyortoolate。
Ouractsourangelsare;orgoodorill,Ourfatalshadowsthatwalkbyusstill。\"\"Confoundedlybadangelstheyaretoo,\"mutteredCharlieruefully,rememberingtheonethatundidhim。
HiscousinsneverknewexactlywhatoccurredonNewYear\'snight,butsuspectedthatsomethingwasamiss,forCharliehadtheblues,andRose,thoughaskindasever,expressednosurpriseathislongabsences。Theyhadallobservedandwonderedatthisstateofthings,yetdiscreetlymadenoremarktillSteve,whowasasinquisitiveasamagpie,seizedthisopportunitytosayinafriendlytone,whichshowedthatheborenomaliceforthedarkprophecyregardinghisKitty\'sfaithfulness:\"What\'sthetrouble,Prince？Youaresoseldominabadhumorthatwedon\'tknowwhattomakeofitandallfeeloutofspiritswhenyouhavetheblues。HadatiffwithRose？\"