Now, my dear one--as I MUST call you--I put it to you: will you see me a little oftener as the spring advances ?" Grace lapsed into unwonted sedateness, and avoiding the question, said, "I wish you would concentrate on your profession, and give up those strange studies that used to distract you so much.

I am sure you would get on." "It is the very thing I am doing.

I was going to ask you to burn--or, at least, get rid of--all my philosophical literature.

It is in the bookcases in your rooms.

The fact is, I never cared much for abstruse studies." "I am so glad to hear you say that.