"Eheu, hinc illæ lachrymæ. I like not the nineteenth century talk. It grates on the ear."
"I beg your pardon, father; but can I have Archie Maxwell down?"
"Certainly. Is he also in Grub Street?"
"Oh, no! He's an engineer."
"On the railway?"
"No; a civil engineer--builds bridges."
"Well, well, let the young man come; but he'll find it dull here."
"Oh no, he won't, because you see, father, there's a lady."
"Eh!"
"Miss Kaituna Pethram, whom he loves."