“Lem-me-be,” he said. “I’m ’joying myshelf ’mensely, and I won’t go home till morning. Wha’s that doctor? He didn’t like my squeezin’ the girl’s hand. Three sheers for her.” He tried to give the cheers, but they died in his throat, and he was soon sleeping like a log, his last words being, “G’way, I’m ’joying myshelf ’mensely.” About nine o’clock seven shame-faced young men packed up their belongings and departed, after offering to pay Mrs. Stannard for the loss of her mirror. But she declined with some spirit. She had looked upon the scene of the carousal with wide-eyed consternation. “I thought they was gentlemen, and ’stead of that they was rowdies,” she said, as she took all there was left of her mirror and carried it home, a sadder and wiser woman. It had belonged to her grandmother, and money could not pay for it; neither could the long, handsome, gilt-framed mirror which came to her within a week from Pondy quite replace it. But it did a good deal towards it. He had been profuse in his apologies, and his companions had denounced him to her as a fool and idiot, with whom they were through. And she had agreed with them until the expensive mirror came, when she weakened a little in his favor, saying she presumed it did not take as much to affect him as it did the others. He was a small man, and very little would upset him. It was a great shock to her to know that Warner’s Safe Cure was wine, and that Harry had helped to drink it, and nothing but his promise to sign the pledge availed to comfort her. He stayed at home two or three weeks after his house party, and seemed most of the time to be in a brown study. No reference was made by either Kenneth or himself to Connie until the day before he started for Boston. Then he asked, with apparent indifference: “By the way, Ken, do you know where that girl is whose health that puppy drank?” “You mean Connie?” Kenneth said; and Hal replied, “Yes, Connie Elliott. Is she still abroad?” Kenneth supposed so, although they rarely heard from her. “She is quite an heiress, isn’t she?” was Harry’s next question. “She will be if the mine in which she has a good deal of stock begins to pay, as it may,” Kenneth replied, and there the conversation ended, and the next day Harry left for Boston, telling his aunt he was going to buckle down to hard work and make something of himself, and some money, too, which he needed badly. CHAPTER X AT INTERLAKEN