You address my little philosopher as if he were an infant.

He must be spoken to with more respect, I tell you; he must not be kissed and Georgy-porgy'd like an ordinary child.' 'I only did it to please you, I am sure,' replied Anastasie; 'but I will try to do better.' The Doctor apologised for his warmth.

'But I do wish him,' he continued, 'to feel at home among us.

And really your conduct was so idiotic, my cherished one, and so utterly and distantly out of place, that a saint might have been pardoned a little vehemence in disapproval.

Do, do try--if it is possible for a woman to understand young people--but of course it is not, and I waste my breath.