“Battledaw! won't a lady do for that?”
“No: you would get talking, and not play ad sudorem.”
“Ad sudawem! what is that?”
“In earnest.”
“And will sudawem and the west put me in better spiwits, and give me a tinge?”
“It will incarnadine the lily, and make you the happiest young lady in England, as you are the best.”
“I should like to be much happier than I am good, if we could manage it among us.”
“We will manage it AMONG us; for if the diet allowed should not make you boisterously gay, I have a remedy behind, suited to your temperament. I am old-fashioned, and believe in the temperaments.”
“And what is that wemedy?”
“Try diet, and hard exercise, first.”