"Very good. Go on, therefore——"
At the very first words I understood what had already happened and guessed, pretty well, what was going to happen—
"Molly divine! Thy heavenly charms prevail;
As when the sun doth rise stars fade and pale."
"No need for much more of the rubbish, Jack. Read the last of it. I read it all and it made me sick."
"So, matchless maid, thy silence grants consent.
See, at thy feet, the poet's knee is bent—
When evening roses scatter fragrance faint
And the sad Philomel renews his plaint."
"Did ever man hear such stuff, Jack? Go on."