Mr.Yabsley, it appeared, was the originator of the society for civilising the ignorant poor; Mr.
Yabsley lectured on very large subjects, and gave readings from very serious authors; Mr.Yabsley believed in the glorious destinies of the human race, especially of that branch of it known as Anglo-Saxon.
"He is an elderly gentleman ?" asked Constance, with a half-smile of mischief.
"Old! Oh dear, no! Mr.Yabsley is only about thirty--not quite that, I think." And May suddenly turned to talk of Browning, whom she felt it a "positive duty" to know from end to end.

Had Miss Bride really mastered "Sordello ?" "I never tried to," Constance answered.

"Why should I worry about unintelligible stuff that would give me no pleasure even if I could understand it ?" "Oh! Oh! _Don't_ speak like that!" cried the other, distressfully.

"I'm sure you don't mean it!" "I care very little for poetry of any kind," said Constance, in all sincerity.
"Oh, how I grieve to hear that!--But then, of course we all have our special interests.

Yours is science, I know.