“Wise in not seeking to be too wise,” said the voice.
“And getting intoxicated on its drug of comfort!”
“Human nature is weak.”
“And Miss Random is an establishment, and Wild Oats an institution!”
“It always has been so.”
“And always will be?”
“So I fear! in spite of your very noble efforts.”
“And leads—whither? And ends—where?”
Richard’s laugh, taken up by horrid reverberations, as it were through the lengths of the Lower Halls, replied.
This colloquy of two voices in a brain was concluded by Sir Austin asking again if there were no actual difference between the flower of his hopes and yonder drunken weed, and receiving for answer that there was a decided dissimilarity in the smell of the couple; becoming cognizant of which he retreated.