CHAPTER XVIII.
A MORNING CALL.
"Learn now for all That I, which know my heart, do here pronounce By the very truth of it, I care not for you."-- _Cymbeline._ "John," said Valentine, ten days after this dinner party, "you have not called on D.yet, nor have I." "No," John answered, observing his wish, "and it might not be a bad plan for us to go together." "Thank you, and if you would add the twins to--to make the thing easier and less formal." "Nonsense," said John; "but yes, I'll take some of the children, for of course you feel awkward." He did not add, "You should not have made such a fool of yourself," lest Valentine should answer, "I devoutly wish I had not;" but he went on, "And why don't you say Dorothea, instead of using a nickname ?" "I always used to call her D.," said Valentine.
"All the more reason why you should not now," answered John.
And Valentine murmured to himself-- "'These strong Egyptian fetters I must break, or lose myself in dotage' (_Antony and Cleopatra_)" This he added from old habit.

"I'll quote everything I can think of to D., just to make her think I have forgotten her wish that I should leave off quoting; and if that is not doing my duty by St.George, I should like to know what is.

Only that might put it into his head to quote too, and perhaps he might have the best of it.
I fancy I hear him saying, 'Art thou learned ?' I, as William, answer, 'No, sir.' 'Then learn this of me,' he makes reply, 'to have is to have; for all your writers do consent that _ipse_ is he.

Now you are not _ipse_, for I am he.

He, sir, that hath married this woman.