“Politics make a terrible demand on a man’s time,” he said to his wife; and then went down to dine at his club in Pall Mall with sundry other young philogeants. On men of that class politics do make a great demand—at the hour of dinner and thereabouts.
“What do you think of Miss Dunstable?” said Mrs. Gresham to her uncle, as they sat together over their coffee. She added nothing to the question, but asked it in all its baldness.
“Think about her!” said the doctor. “Well, Mary; what do you think about her? I dare say we think the same.”
“But that’s not the question. What do you think about her? Do you think she’s honest?”
“Honest? Oh, yes, certainly—very honest, I should say.”
“And good-tempered?”
“Uncommonly good-tempered.”
“And affectionate?”
“Well; yes,—and affectionate. I should certainly say that she is affectionate.”
“I’m sure she’s clever.”