Hold him," said one.
"He'll hold himself," said another.

To all of which Viola answered with a sigh.
A mulatto girl stepped up to Viola and with a merry twinkle in her eye said: "Theory is theory and practice is practice, eh, Vie?
Well, we would hardly blame you in this case." Viola earnestly replied: "I shall ask for no mercy.

Theory and practice are one with me in this case." "Bah, bah, girl, two weeks will change that tune.

And I, for one, won't blame you," replied the mulatto still in a whisper.
The girls seeing that Viola did not care to be teased about Bernard soon ceased, and she came down stairs to be escorted home by the young man who had accompanied her there.
This young man was, thus early, jealous of Bernard and angry at Viola for receiving his attentions, and as a consequence he was silent all the way home.
This gave Viola time to think of that handsome, talented lawyer whom she had just met.

She had to confess to herself that he had aroused considerable interest in her bosom and she looked forward to a promised visit with pleasure.