"Which means you think the opposing element outside the reverse, godmother mine."
"Yes, Vaura, what do you say to keeping me company."
"With pleasure; I dare say we have seen whatever is on."
"Twelfth night," said Blanche; "I guess I'll stay too; Sir Tilton; a game at euchre."
"With pleasure, Miss Tompkins, though the game is new to me," he said, seating himself where he could have a good view of Vaura.
"Kate, dear, do you care to go?" enquired her husband.
"No; the play is not to my taste; Shakespeare is heavy."
"Heresy, heresy!" exclaimed Vaura; "surely, Mrs. Haughton, you don't condemn, 'As you like it,' 'Much ado about nothing,' and the bill for to-night—and with brilliant Neilson! for their heaviness—I doubt if Rosalind, Beatrice, or Viola would agree with you, unless it be Viola, who may have found the Duke; so, thank Fate, our lovers are more quick witted."
"I should have jilted him, at once and for ever!" cried Mrs. Haughton.
"One would think the keen eye of love could have penetrated her disguise," said Mrs. Haughton.