"But I say, Mr.Gueldmar, you are 'up' in history much better than I am.

The annals of my country were grounded into my tender soul early in life, but I have a very hazy recollection of them.

I know Henry VIII.

got rid of his wives expeditiously and conveniently,--and I distinctly remember that Queen Elizabeth wore the first pair of silk stockings, and danced a kind of jig in them with the Earl of Leicester; these things interested me at the time,--and they now seen firmly impressed on my memory to the exclusion of everything else that might possibly be more important." Old Gueldmar smiled, but Thelma laughed outright and her eyes danced mirthfully.
"Ah, I do know you now!" she said, nodding her fair head at him wisely.
"You are not anything that is to be believed! So I shall well understand you,--that is, you are a very great scholar,--but that it pleases you to pretend you are a dunce!" Lorimer's face brightened into a very gentle and winning softness as he looked at her.
"I assure you, Miss Gueldmar, I am not pretending in the least.

I'm no scholar.