"Oh, very fine really! You would be delighted!"
"What is fine?" asked Harriet impatiently. "I want to know the sort of singer; and you call him fine!"
Mr. Elliot never having heard of a definition, was naturally silent under this attack.
"Have you been to town lately?" asked Harriet.
"Yes. I am only just returned."
"Have you seen the new marbles then?"
"The—I beg your pardon."
"The marble from Xanthis in the British Museum?"
"I don't quite—I believe they took me once to the Museum when I was a boy in the Christmas holidays, along with the pantomimes."
"Ah! it is not now in the same place with the pantomimes; we have changed all that," said Harriet. "I say, Hubert, my Skye terrier caught a rat yesterday out walking."