"Hey! Weston! Most interesting thing: do you recall the twenty-third Sonnet? You don't? Begins:
"'As an imperfect actor on the stage';
I've made a most interesting discovery!"
His prisoner, saying despairingly, "Really?" looked for a way of escape—but the crook of the umbrella held him.
"In a hurry? Hey? What? Well, I'll tell you some other time." Then the umbrella was reversed and pointed to the index. "Perfec' nonsense! What?"
"Girls are very energetic nowadays," Mr. Weston murmured, rubbing his arm.
"She'd better put her energy into housekeeping!"
"Then Mrs. Payton would have nothing to do."
"Well, then let her get married, and keep house for herself,—instead of laying down the law to her elders! She instructed me who I should vote for, if you please! Smith is her man, because he believes in woman suffrage. What do you think of that?"