'Ferdinand was just the man.' 'Well, yes; I suppose it's her mistake to think brains an absolute requisite,' said Lady Jocelyn, opening her book again, and scanning down a column.
Sir Franks, being imitative, adopted a similar refuge, and the talk between them was varied by quotations and choice bits from the authors they had recourse to.

Both leaned back in their chairs, and spoke with their eyes on their books.
'Julia's going to write to her mother,' said he.
'Very filial and proper,' said she.
'There'll be a horrible hubbub, you know, Emily.' 'Most probably.

I shall get the blame; 'cela se concoit'.' 'Young Harrington goes the day after to-morrow.

Thought it better not to pack him off in a hurry.' 'And just before the pic-nic; no, certainly.

I suppose it would look odd.' 'How are we to get rid of the Countess ?' 'Eh?
This Bautru is amusing, Franks; but he's nothing to Vandy.