Never had Septimus dreamed of such tender solicitude.
Yet she sang Septimus's praises to Emmy and Emmy's praises to Septimus in so natural a manner that neither of the two was puzzled.
"It is the natural instinct that makes every woman a matchmaker.

She works blindly towards the baby.

If she cannot have one directly, she will have it vicariously.

The sourest of old maids is thus doomed to have a hand in the perpetuation of the race." Thus spake the Literary Man from London, discoursing generally--out of earshot of the Vicar and his wife, to whom he was paying one of his periodical visits--in a corner of their drawing-room.

Zora, conscious of matchmaking, declared him to be horrid and physiological.
"A woman is much more refined and delicate in her motives." "The highly civilized woman," said Rattenden, "is delightfully refined in her table manners, and eats cucumber sandwiches in the most delicate way in the world; but she is obeying the same instinct that makes your lady cannibal thrust raw gobbets of missionary into her mouth with her fingers." "Your conversation is revolting," said Zora.
"Because I speak the truth?
Truth is a Mokanna." "What on earth is that ?" asked Zora.
The Literary man sighed.