Nothing, for instance, can blot from my memory the profound, searching, and exhaustive analysis of a great nation which I learned in my small geography when I was a child, namely, 'The French are a gay and polite people, fond of dancing and light wines.' One young Englishman whom I have met lately errs on the side of over-appreciation.

He laughs before, during, and after every remark I make, unless it be a simple request for food or drink.

This is an acquaintance of Willie Beresford, the Honourable Arthur Ponsonby, who was the 'whip' on our coach drive to Dorking,--dear, delightful, adorable Dorking, of hen celebrity.
Salemina insisted on my taking the box seat, in the hope that the Honourable Arthur would amuse me.

She little knew him! He sapped me of all my ideas, and gave me none in exchange.

Anything so unspeakably heavy I never encountered.