"Moral expression!" cried the doctor, "moral expression! and what if there isn't, you Elf! what if there isn't?"
"I shouldn't care what other kind of expression it had," said
Fleda, colouring a little.
Mr. Rossitur "pished" rather impatiently. The doctor glanced at his niece, and changed the subject.
"Well, who teaches you English, Miss Fleda? you haven't told me that yet."
"Oh, that we teach ourselves," said Fleda, smiling, as if it was a very innocent question.
"Hum! you do! Pray how do you teach yourselves?"
"By reading, Sir."
"Reading! And what do you read? what have you read in the last twelve months, now?"
"I don't think I could remember all exactly," said Fleda.
"But you have got a list of them all," said Hugh, who chanced to have been looking over said list a day or two before, and felt quite proud of it.