"Tell us a wise man's name?" "Who was a wise man?" cry they both in a breath.
"Solomon!" replies St. John, brilliantly.
"So I said," says Esther, smiling; "but, unluckily, it must be a two-syllabled wise man. I'm afraid that it would be disrespectful to abbreviate him into Solmon, wouldn't it?"
"One ought to be provided with a Bible, a Lemprière, and an encyclopædia before one attempts to grapple with these devices of Satan," says Gerard, sitting down on the arm of the sofa beside Constance and looking over her shoulder.
"A woman! Who is the woman?"
"We have not found out yet."
"A king! Who is the king?"
"We have not found out yet."
"You seem to be on the highroad to success," says he, laughing, and throwing himself back lazily.
"We have only just begun," says Miss Blessington, a little reproachfully. "You and Miss Craven are always so impatient."