"Just what I said--and by the guillotine."
"No, sir!" thundered Drabble. "No legal crime, if you please."
"Anarchists prefer illegal murder," said Semberry, smiling grimly.
"And no punishment to follow," remarked Carson, arranging his sling.
"Except that of their own conscience," chimed in Olive.
"No Anarchist possesses one," said Tui; at which all present burst out laughing at the expression on Dr. Drabble's face.
In the midst of this merriment Miss Slarge returned with the letter and an apology.
"It took me some time to find," she explained to Carson. "Listen; this is how my sister describes you. Perhaps it is better not to give it to you in my sister's own words, for her style is founded upon Dr. Johnson's, and is apt to be prolix."
"Paraphrase the description Miss Slarge," said Mallow.
"Mr. Carson," said Miss Slarge, glancing at the letter, "is twenty-five years of age, gentle, well-bred, not without parts, and modest."