They could not bring themselves to break up their party for the night: there were so many delightful reminiscences to discuss.
"Of all the evenings ever I spent," declared Mr.Gallosh, "this fair takes the cake.

Just to think of that aristocratic young fellow being as companionable-like! When first I put eyes on him, I said to myself--'You're not for the likes of us.

All lords and ladies is your kind.

Never a word did he say in the boat till he heard the pipes play, and then I really thought he was frightened! It must just have been a kind of home-sickness or something." "It'll have been the tuning up that set his teeth on edge," Mrs.Gallosh suggested practically.
"Or perhaps his heart was stirred with thoughts of the past!" said Miss Gallosh, her eyes brightening.
In any case, all were agreed that the development of his hereditary instincts had been extraordinarily rapid.
"I never really properly talked with a lord before," sighed Mrs.
Rentoul; "I hope they're all like this one." Mrs.Gallosh, on the other hand, who boasted of having had one tete-a-tete and joined in several general conversations with the peerage, appraised Lord Tulliwuddle with greater discrimination.
"Ah, he's got a soupcon!" she declared.

"That's what I admire!" "Do you mean his German accent ?" asked Mr.Cromarty-Gow, who was renowned for a cynical wit, and had been seeking an occasion to air it ever since Lord Tulliwuddle had made Miss Gallosh promise to dance a reel with him.
But the feeling of the party was so strongly against a breath of irreverent criticism, and their protest so emphatic, that he presently strolled off to the smoking-room, wishing that Miss Gallosh, at least, would exercise more critical discrimination.
"Do you think would they like breakfast in their own room, Duncan ?" asked Mrs.Gallosh.
"Offer it them--offer it them; they can but refuse, and it's a kind of compliment to give them the opportunity." "His lordship will not be wanting to rise early," said Mr.Rentoul.