"He named no particular time. Doctor Middleton and Mr. Whitford are in the library upon a battle of the books."
"Happy battle!"
"You are accustomed to scholars. They are rather intolerant of us poor fellows."
"Of ignorance perhaps; not of persons."
"Your father educated you himself, I presume?"
"He gave me as much Latin as I could take. The fault is mine that it is little."
"Greek?"
"A little Greek."
"Ah! And you carry it like a feather."
"Because it is so light."