What they sell in the shops there is all sham, Mr.
Barfoot--like so much else in this world.' 'I care nothing about the cheese.

That's all very well for a matter-of-fact person like cousin Mary, but _I_ have a strong vein of poetry; you must have noticed it ?' When they shook hands,-- 'You will really bring me the flowers ?' Everard said in a voice sensibly softened.
'I will make a note of it,' was the reassuring answer..