"Yes, yes," observed the author, smiling as he slowly sipped his wine, "verses eighty-two to one hundred and forty-nine: they are very pretty, especially the euphony."
"Oh, never mind the euphony. I read it in the evening, and fell asleep."
"Barbarian!" exclaimed the poet. "But in my dreams I saw before me the most delicious fish; the salm--"
"'Thee, too, I praise, O salmon, with thy roseate flesh!'"
Ausonius quoted.
"The trout."
"'Then the trout, its back besprinkled with tiny crimson stars.'
"That's what I call a fine line."
"The grayling."
"'And the swift grayling, escaping from the eye with rapid leaps!'"