Such as for well-tuned musick were not fit.
Go teach your new raw counsellors better manners
Than to advise you such a paring off
Of ample meanings.’”
“How pleasantly that takes one back to Hamlet and the pipe!” said Lyndsay. “It ought to settle the question of authorship.”
“I begin to agree with you, Miss Anne,” said Ellett.
“Don’t forget to ask your medium about Queen Bess, aunty,” cried Rose.
“I? Indeed I shall.”
“Have you any belief in that business of spiritual manifestations, Mr. Lyndsay?” asked Carington.
“None. Not I. It is one mass of self-deceit and fraud. I have seen too much of it.”