Instead of the satisfying jorums of our forefathers we take tasteless pellets, which procure us no sensation at the time, and even the good old hot mustard poultice is a thing of the past." "But what about Carlotta ?" inquired Miss Griggs, anxiously.
That is just like a woman, to interrupt a man when he is beginning to talk comfortably on a subject that interests him.

I sighed.
"Send Carlotta up to me," I said, resignedly.
Another morning's work spoiled.

I turned to my writing-table.

I had just transcribed on my MS.

the anecdote told with such glee by Machiavelli about Zanobi del Pino, a sort of Admiral Byng of the early fifteenth century, who was locked up and given nothing to eat but paper painted with snakes, so that he died, fasting, in a few days.