"Do don't lecture me, Cousin Robert. I'm a heretic, I tell you, in grammar."
"'Do don't' is the richest provincialism I have heard yet, Cousin Sudie. I really must make a note of that."
"Cousin Robert, do you read Montaigne?"
"Sometimes. Why?"
"Do you remember what he says about custom and grammar?"
"No. What is it?"
"He says it, remember, and not I. He says 'they that fight custom with grammar are fools.' What a rude old fellow he was, wasn't he?"
Mr. Pagebrook suddenly remembered that he was to dine that day at his cousin Edwin's house, and that it was time for him to go, as he intended to walk, Graybeard having fallen lame during that morning's gallop with Miss Sudie.