“Not a bad sum per annum,” says the Professor, smiling, in order to throw a little pleasantry into the matter, which is becoming a trifle heavy. Mrs. Boodels asleep. “Though I thought it was more when I commenced the equation.
“I will now,” he says, “write down a text.”
[Watches out . . . . a yawn from Cazell . . . . ladies restless.]
“To Give is a Wealthy Pleasure.
“And on this I make what I call ‘suggestions.’
“The poor man has it in his power to cause the Rich great pleasure.
“Let I stand for me.”
(“Impossible,” interrupts Milburd, sotto voce. Our Philosophic Lecturer takes no notice. He is rising with his subject).
“Let us say ‘I is poor.’”
Miss Bella says, “Excuse me a moment,” and vanishes. Wish I could get out.