“Why, that you are as foolish as Zuleime herself, in loving such a little, out-of-the-way baggage, that is neither woman nor child, nor good nor bad, nor any thing else in particular.”
“Well, at any rate, we both agree in loving and worshiping Zuleime, however we may differ in our opinion of her—I, for instance, thinking her a beautiful, joyous, delightful girl. So, it’s settled, isn’t it?”
“What is settled?”
“Oh, you know, you tease!”
“I know the weather is settled, if you mean that!”
“Pooh!”
“I don’t know that the naval trouble with Great Britain is settled, if you mean that!”
“Pooh, pooh!”
“I know that the marriage dower of thirty thousand dollars is settled upon Carolyn, if you mean that!”
“Pooh, pooh, pooh!”