“But you must have had some meaning.”
“Some meaning! Yes, I dare say I had; I meant; I meant; do you think it will rain to-day?”
“Every prospect of a hard frost. I never knew before that I was an improvisatore.”
“Nor I. Have you heard from papa lately? I suppose he is quite in spirits at your success?”
“My father is a man who seldom gives way to any elation of mind.”
“Ah, indeed! a philosopher, I have no doubt, like his son.”
“I have no claims to the title of philosopher, although I have had the advantage of studying in the school of Mrs. Felix Lorraine.”
“What do you mean? If I thought you meant to be impertinent, I really would; but I excuse you; I think the boy means well.”
“The boy ‘means nothing; he never means anything.’”
“Come, Vivian! we are going to part. Do not let us quarrel the last day. There, there is a sprig of myrtle for you!