“Yet you don’t say it with all your heart.”
“I own I should like to find something they had left undone.”
“What, to reduce them to human nature’s daily food?”
“Daily indeed! There’s just no escaping them. There they are at matins and evensong.”
“How shocking! What, gossip afterwards?”
“Ask Rollo whether Mungo and Tartar don’t stand at the lych-gate, and if he finds it easy to put an end to the game at play.”
“Oh! and he said they never missed a Sunday service, or the school. Do they distract him?”
“Whom would it not distract to see two figures walking in with hunches on their backs like camels, and high-heeled shoes, and hats on the back of their heads, and chains and things clattering all over them?”
“Aren’t they lady-like?”
“Oh! they are quite that. Rose says it is all the pink of fashion—only coming it strong—I declare they are infectious!”