Lord Cole and I were talking about some fossils newly arrived from India.

He remarked in the course of conversation that his friend Dr.B.'s room was cleaner and in better order than he remembered ever to have seen it.

There was not a chair fit to sit upon, all covered with dust, broken alabaster candlesticks, withered flower-leaves, frogs cut out of serpentine, broken models of fallen temples, torn papers, old manuscripts, stuffed reptiles, deal boxes, brown paper, wool, tow and cotton, and a considerable variety of other articles.

In came Mrs.Buckland, then Sir Philip Egerton and his brother, whom I had seen at Dr.B.'s lecture, though he is not an undergraduate.

I was talking to him till dinner-time.