"Do not keep us in torment, dear Mrs. Legend, but let us have it, of heaven's sake!"
"It began in this sublime strain, sir--'Beyond the wave!--Beyond the wave!' Now, Miss Effingham, that is what I call poetry!"
"And well you may, ma'am," returned the gentleman, who perceived Eve could scarce refrain from breaking out in a very unsentimental manner--"So much pathos."
"And so sententious and flowing!"
"Condensing a journey of three thousand miles, as it might be, into three words, and a note of admiration. I trust it was printed with a note of admiration, Mrs. Legend?"
"Yes, sir, with two--one behind each wave--and such waves, Mr. Effingham!"
"Indeed, ma'am, you may say so. One really gets a grand idea of them, England lying beyond each."
"So much expressed in so few syllables!"
"I think I see every shoal, current, ripple, rock, island, and whale, between Sandy Hook and the Land's End."
"He hints at an epic."