What does that mean, Linden?—isn't that an error in the description?"
"Poetical license," said Mr. Linden smiling. "Psyche will give you trouble enough, wings and all,—there is no fear you will find her 'tamed'."
"How is Campaspe in that respect?"
"She has never given me much trouble yet," said Mr. Linden.
"What I object to is the 'long choosing'," said the doctor. "Miss de
Staff—do you think a good heart should be very hard to win?"
"Certainly!—the harder the better," replied the lady. "That's the only way to bring down your pride. The harder she is, the more likely you are to think she's a diamond."
"Mrs. Stoutenburgh!"—
"What has been the texture of yours all these years, doctor?"
"He thinks that when he has dined the rest of the world should follow suit—like the Khan of Tartary," said Mrs. Somers.
"Miss Derrick!" said the doctor—"I hope for some gentleness from you. Do you think such a heart as we have been talking of, should be very difficult to move?"