"Wisdom gives place to Folly--well, is not that a very good thing," said Alizon laughing, "you would grow weary of a world without change."
"I daresay. To no moment of my life could I have said with Faust, 'Stay, thou art so fair.'"
"Alizon, Mrs. Trubbles is going," said Sir Guy's voice, as the ponderous matron rolled towards his wife like a war-chariot.
"I'm so sorry," observed Lady Errington, taking the lady's hand.
"So am I, dear," said Mrs. Trubbles in a sleepy voice, "but I always go to bed early here, the climate makes me so sleepy. I have enjoyed myself so much--so very much. Yes."
"Next time you visit," whispered Otterburn to Victoria, "bring a chaperon who is wide-awake."
"I will--you shall choose my chaperon, Mr. Macjean."
"You mightn't like my choice," said Macjean wickedly.
"I mean a lady, of course," replied Victoria demurely, "not an irreverent young man like--well, never mind."
"Like me, I suppose?"