‘Yes, the doctrine can only be consistently held by a solitary man.’
‘Where would we be but for inconsistency?’ exclaimed Ulick.
‘I do not like to hear you talk in that manner,’ said Sophy. ‘Inconsistency is mere weakness.’
‘Ah! then you are the dangerous character,’ said Ulick, with a droll gesture of sheltering himself behind the chair.
‘I did not call myself consistent, I wish I were,’ she said, gravely.
‘How she must love the French!’ returned Ulick, confidentially turning to her father.
‘Not at all, I detest them.’
‘Then you are inconsistent, for they’re the very models of uncompromising consistency.’
‘Yes, to bad principles,’ said Sophy.
‘Robespierre was a prime specimen of consistency to good principle!’