_"Your_ views," with a piercing and condemnatory glance, "are evidently _not_ extreme.

One word for all, Mr.Curzon, and this argument is at an end.

I shall not permit my niece, with my permission, to walk with you or any other man whilst under my protection." "I daresay you are right--no doubt--no doubt" mumbles the professor, incoherently, now thoroughly frightened and demoralized.

Good heavens! What an awful old woman! And to think that this poor child is under her care.

He happens at this moment to look at the poor child, and the scorn _for him_ that gleams in her large eyes perfects his rout.