'I liked his lectures well enough, as far as they went, but they're not the kind of thing to suit me nowadays.

If I go and talk to him, I'm bound to go to the lectures.

What's the good?
What's the good of anything ?' Gilbert became silent.

The little girl on the stool, who had been moving restlessly, suddenly said: 'Uncle, take me on your lap.' 'Why, of course I will, little un!' Luke replied with a sudden affectionateness one would not have expected of him.

'Give me a kiss.
Who's that sitting there, eh ?' 'Dono.' 'Nonsense! Say: Mr.Grail.' In the midst of this, Mrs.Poole reappeared with the jug foaming.
'Oh, indeed! So _that's_ where you are!' she exclaimed with her vivacious emphasis, looking at the child.