Three cheers for John Anthony Collins! A thin voice from the verge of the ring replied: --Pip! pip! Moynihan murmured beside Stephen's ear: --And what about John Anthony's poor little sister: Lottie Collins lost her drawers; Won't you kindly lend her yours? Stephen laughed and Moynihan, pleased with the result, murmured again: --We'll have five bob each way on John Anthony Collins. There were days when I could have sworn that one of them had, with a small invisible nudge, said to the other: "She thinks she'll do it this time--but she WON'T!" To "do it" would have been to indulge for instance--and for once in a way-- in some direct reference to the lady who had prepared them for my discipline. An idea tempered by the knowledge that, but for fate, we - the fortunate and the unfortunate - might have been each other. No, by the Lord Jesus (God forgive me) not half dead.