"Let me wait upon you, Mr. Chandos," I said, springing up.
"Very well. How will you begin?"
"I don't know what to begin with. I don't know what you want first."
"Nor I. For I do not want anything at all just now. What have you been doing with yourself all the morning?"
"Working a little, and reading. Not Shakespeare, but a play of Goldsmith's; 'She Stoops to Conquer.'
"Why, where did you pick up that?" he interrupted. "I did not know the book was about."
"I saw it lying in the window-seat near the east wing, and dipped into it. After that, I could not put it down again—although it was not in the list of books you gave me."
"You thought you would enjoy the mischief first, as the children do, whether the scolding came afterwards or not."
"Ought I not to have read it?"
"You may read it again if you like. It is an excellent comedy; more entertaining, I fancy, to read than to witness, though. Did you fall in love with Tony Lumpkin?"