Sybil.—"Indeed I should not care what became of them, or what fate happened to them so that they were all dead."
Gatty.—"There, Madame, there, hear what your pattern of gentleness and goodness says. Don't talk to me any more about being more like a boy than a girl. Here Syb declares she would like to see the pirates roasted alive."
Sybil.—"Now, Gatty, how can you?"
Gatty.—"You said you did not care what became of them; perhaps flayed alive will suit you better."
Sybil.—"Horrid girl, how you make me shudder."
Madame.—"I feel perfectly correct in saying, Gertrude, that you are merely giving voice to your own ideas, and not to my gentle Sybil's."
Sybil.—"Then, dear Madame, I must undeceive you, for, when I look at Serena, I don't think I should care whether they were roasted or not."
Madame.—"My child, my dear child, since when have you adopted these notions, so foreign to your mild nature?"
Sybil.—"I don't know, indeed, Madame; but I am ready to fire off a gun if it is necessary to drive them away."
Madame.—"You see, Madam, what an effect it has had upon our household already, the visit of these pirates."