"So that he could say: 'Four owls and a hen, two larks and a wren, have all built their nests in my beard'? It isn't big enough, Jane."
"And Cunningham, how's he?"
"Cunningham is married. I don't know his wife, but I'm told she plays the piano a great deal better than he does. As for myself," said Castleton quickly, "I have chambers in the Temple, but live at home with my people, who have moved to Kensington. There, you see what alarming cataclysms have shaken the society you deserted. Now tell me about yourself."
"Oh, I jog along," said Jenny.
Further reminiscence was interrupted by the entrance of Trewhella, who saluted Castleton suspiciously and from shyness somewhat brusquely.
"How do you do sir?" said the guest, conspicuously agreeable.
"I'm very well, thank 'ee. Come far, have 'ee?"
"London."
"That's a poor sort of place. I was there once. But I didn't take much account of it," said Trewhella.
"You found it disappointing?"