‘Nay do you think I would put up with such a set as these?’ retorted Charles; ‘I am not fallen so low as the essence of young ladyism.’
‘What can you find to say against them?’ said Eveleen.
‘Nothing,’ said Charles, ‘No one ever can find anything to say for or against young ladies’ tastes.’
‘You seem to be rather in the case of the tailor yourself,’ said Guy, ‘ready to do battle, if you could but get any opposition.’
‘Only tell me,’ said Amy, ‘how you could wish to live in the civil wars?’
‘O, because they would be so entertaining.’
‘There’s Paddy, genuine Paddy at last!’ exclaimed Charles. ‘Depend upon it, the conventional young lady won’t do, Eva.’
After much more discussion, and one or two more papers, came Guy’s—the last. ‘Heather—Truth—King Charles—Sir Galahad—the present time.’
‘Sir how much? exclaimed Charles.
‘Don’t you know him?’ said Guy. ‘Sir Galahad—the Knight of the Siege Perilous—who won the Saint Greal.’