Mr.Tulliver felt very much as if the air had been cleared of obtrusive flies now the women were out of the room.

There were few things he liked better than a chat with Mr.Deane, whose close application to business allowed the pleasure very rarely.

Mr.Deane, he considered, was the "knowingest" man of his acquaintance, and he had besides a ready causticity of tongue that made an agreeable supplement to Mr.Tulliver's own tendency that way, which had remained in rather an inarticulate condition.

And now the women were gone, they could carry on their serious talk without frivolous interruption.

They could exchange their views concerning the Duke of Wellington, whose conduct in the Catholic Question had thrown such an entirely new light on his character; and speak slightingly of his conduct at the battle of Waterloo, which he would never have won if there hadn't been a great many Englishmen at his back, not to speak of Blucher and the Prussians, who, as Mr.
Tulliver had heard from a person of particular knowledge in that matter, had come up in the very nick of time; though here there was a slight dissidence, Mr.Deane remarking that he was not disposed to give much credit to the Prussians,--the build of their vessels, together with the unsatisfactory character of transactions in Dantzic beer, inclining him to form rather a low view of Prussian pluck generally.