And so we come back to your sorrowful question, Lucilla, which I put aside a little ago. You would be afraid to answer that your heart was pure and true, would not you?
Lucilla. Yes, indeed, sir.
L. Because you have been taught that it is all evil—'only evil continually.' Somehow, often as people say that, they never seem, to me, to believe it? Do you really believe it?
Lucilla. Yes, sir; I hope so.
L. That you have an entirely bad heart?
Lucilla (a little uncomfortable at the substitution of the monosyllable for the dissyllable, nevertheless persisting in her orthodoxy). Yes, sir.
L. Florrie, I am sure you are tired; I never like you to stay when you are tired; but, you know, you must not play with the kitten while we're talking.
Florrie. Oh! but I'm not tired; and I'm only nursing her. She'll be asleep in my lap directly.
L. Stop! that puts me in mind of something I had to show you, about minerals that are like hair. I want a hair out of Tittie's tail.
Florrie (quite rude, in her surprise, even to the point of repeating expressions). Out of Tittie's tail!