Very good.

I have got a line of writing to give you next." He mended his quill pen, and made an observation.

"Have you ever noticed that women have one pleasure which lasts to the end of their lives ?" he said.

"Young and old, they have the same inexhaustible enjoyment of society; and, young and old, they are all alike incapable of understanding a man, when he says he doesn't care to go to a party.
Even your clever mother thinks you want to go to parties in Canada." He tried his pen, and found it would do--and began his letter.
Seeing his hands at work, Ovid was again reminded of Carmina's discovery.

His eyes wandered a little aside, towards the corner formed by the pillar of the chimney-piece and the wall of the room.