Mrs. D. Oh, no, that woke me up. I wouldn’t miss one of his discourses for the world. This is a splendid one I’m reading now—the 22nd, in the 17th volume.
Lucy. You have got so far?
Mrs. D. Yes, my dear; I’ve read sixteen volumes of the twenty. The set were given to me by my husband on our honeymoon. Imagine my delight. I’ve been reading at them steadily for five and twenty years, and my only fear is that I shan’t live to finish them.
Ned. Take warning, Lucy, and begin them young.
Mrs. D. Shall I lend you the first volume?
Lucy. Thanks; I can get it from the library.
Mrs. D. I’m sure you’d like it, Mr. Potter.
Tom. Unfortunately, I am going home to-day, and shouldn’t have time to do it justice. (meanwhile Dr. Dozey has entered absently, his eyes cast down, his hands behind his back)
Dr. (raising his eyes) Going home?