'Your persuasions are wrong, then!'
'That fabulous uncle in the Indies—'
'You know I am determined to accept nothing from my uncle, were he to lay it at my feet—which he never will.'
'Literally or metaphorically?' asked Louis, softly.
'Pshaw!'
'You Dynevors don't resemble my sea-pink. See how she stretches her elegant fringes for this very unpleasant bit of meat! There! I won't torment you any more; read, and stop my mouth!'
'You are in earnest?'
'You seem to think that if a man cannot be a clergyman, he is not to be a Christian.'
'Then don't break in with your actinias and stuff!'
'Certainly not,' said Louis, gravely.