You may remember it." "No, I do not." "No! He said that Rivers was a round-shouldered angel." "That does not seem to me amusing, James." "Round-shouldered he is, Ann, and for the rest you at least ought to recognize your heavenly fellow-citizens when you meet them." "Is that your poetry or your folly, James Penhallow ?" "Mine, my dear?
No language is expansive enough for McGregor when he talks about you." "Nonsense, James.

He knows how to please somebody.

We were discussing Mark Rivers." "Were we?
Then here is a nice little dose from the doctor for you.

Last Christmas, after you had personally sat up with old Mrs.Lamb when she was so ill, and until I made a row about it--" "Yes--yes--I know." Her curiosity got the better of her dislike of being praised for what to her was a simple duty, and she added, "Well, what did he say ?" "Oh, that you and Rivers were like angels gone astray in the strange country called earth; and then that imp of a boy, John, who says queer things, said that it was like a bit of verse Rivers had read to him.

He knew it too.