"Name them, Baxter."

"First, Mr. George, there is what I may term, the Course
Retaliatory,--which is Marriage--"

"Marriage?"

"With--another party, sir,--on the principle that there are as good fish
in the sea as ever came out, and--er--pebbles on beaches, sir; you
understand me, sir?"

"Perfectly, go on."

"Secondly, there is the Army, sir, I have known of a good many
enlistments on account of blighted affections, Mr. George, sir; indeed,
the Army is very popular."

"Ah?" said Bellew, settling the tobacco in his pipe with the aid of the
salt-spoon, "Proceed, Baxter."

"Thirdly, Mr. George, there are those who are content to--to merely
disappear."

"Hum!" said Bellew.

"And lastly sir, though it is usually the first,--there is dissipation,
Mr. George. Drink, sir,--the consolation of bottles, and--"

"Exactly!" nodded Bellew. "Now Baxter," he pursued, beginning to draw