What did you think of her, Mr.Torridon ?" "She did not talk much," said Ralph.
"She talks when she has aught to say," went on More, "and otherwise is silent.

It is a good rule, sir; I would I observed it myself." "Who is she ?" asked Ralph.
"She is the daughter of a friend I had, and she lives just now with my wife's sisters, Nan and Fan.

She is often in town with one of them.

I am astonished you have not met her before." The wherry slid up to the steps and the man in his great boots slipped over the side to steady it.
"Now is the time to begin your philosophy," said More as Ralph stepped in, "and a Socrates is ready.

Talk it over, Mr.Torridon.".