"Antony, Mark, Roman general, lover of Cleopatra."
"'Amlet, Prince of—"
"Hilda!" cried Mrs. Grahame. "For shame! It is certainly high time to go on to B, if you are going to behave in this way, and I shall put e d after it."
"Oh, no!" said Hildegarde, "I will be good. It isn't nine o'clock yet, I know. Buccleugh, Bold, Duke of, Warden here o' the Scottish side. I was determined to get him first."
"Balaam, prophet."
"Beatrice, in 'Much Ado about Nothing.'"
"Beatrix Esmond."
"Bruce, Robert, King of Scotland."
"Burns, Robert, King of Scottish poets."
"Oh! oh! well, I suppose he is!" Hilda admitted reluctantly. "But Sir Walter makes an admirable viceroy. I think—who is that? Mamma, there is some one coming up the steps."