"Am I like my father?"
"Don't recollect him a bit," said Philip. "He died before I was three years old."
"Edward is not here, is he?"
"No; he is on his travels."
"Where has he gone?"
"The stars know where! He did not ask me to go with him, and if he had done, my Lady-Mother would have put an extinguisher upon it. I wish he were here; 'tis only endurable when he is."
"What is it that you dislike?"
"Everything in creation!" said Philip, kicking a footstool across the room.
"You speak very widely," replied Celia, laughing, and thinking of Charley Passmore.
"I speak very truly, as you will shortly find, Madam, to your cost. Wait until you have been at one of her Ladyship's evening assemblies."