Never a quotation or an allusion escapes us.

We listen to tales of servants' misdeeds, we talk of clothes and the ongoings of our neighbours, and we never let on that we would rather talk of poetry.No.No.A daft-like thing for either an old woman or a young one to speak of.

Only when we are alone--Jean and Augusta and Lewis Elliot and I--we 'tire the sun with talking and send it down the sky.' ...

Miss Reston, Lewis Elliot tells me he knew you very well at one time." "Yes, away at the beginning of things.

I adored him when I was fifteen and he was twenty.