What a sweet pipe! A single snatch of an old song from you, sir—
NORTH.
Why are you glowering at me, Talboys?
TALBOYS.
It has come into my head, I know not how, to ask you a question.
NORTH.
Let it be an easy one—for I am languid.
TALBOYS.
Pray, sir, what is the precise signification of the word "Classical?"
NORTH.