But Mr and Mrs Jonathan Prothero are going to Glanyravon to-morrow, and remember you invited them to dinner on Wednesday.' 'I am very sorry! that man kills me with the antiquities of the Welsh language, and heaven knows what old things that happened before the flood.

But you must entertain them.

I suppose we had better ask young Rowland.' 'Oh, papa! He is so dreadfully quiet and stiff, and thinks there is only one man who ever went to Oxford, and he is that man; and I can't endure him.' 'Perhaps not, my dear--indeed, perhaps not.' 'If we ask him, we must ask Netta.

She has come home quite accomplished from boarding school, and would do in a quiet way.

Mrs Jonathan would be pleased, and you know she _is_ a lady, though awfully particular.