Suggest the thing when he comes this evening, and watch his face." "What is he doing ?" Mr.Liversedge asked.
"Collecting pictures, playing the fiddle, gazing at sunflowers, and so on.

He'll never do anything else." "How contradictory you are in speaking about him!" said his sister.
"One time you seem to admire and like him extremely, and another"---- "Why, so I do.

A capital fellow! He's weak, that's all.

I don't mean weak in the worst way, you know; a more honourable and trustworthy man doesn't live.

But--well, he's rather womanish, I suppose." Mrs.Liversedge laughed.
"Many thanks! It's always so pleasing to a woman to hear that comparison.