"I was going to enter upon it as you fell, my argumentative pupil. A calm mind depends upon bodily repose, which demands support, which is effected by food, which is denoted by the dressing-bell to be preparing. Have I not stated it truly and concisely."
"Yes; a perfect 'House that Jack built,' in its tripping measure. You will rival Lord Farnborough."
"What is the meaning of this extraordinary arrangement, that all the ladies are to sail in one vessel, Miss Wetheral?"
"Miss Ponsonby's whim, I believe. I look forward with pleasure to our party to-morrow."
"Do you?"
"Yes: I feel light as the heather-bell, and quite ready to aim poisoned arrows at Lord Farnborough. Will it amuse you?"
"Not particularly."
"You do not like Lord Farnborough?"
"I have no reason to feel entertainment in his lordship's society. I am not an admirer of his conversation."