I have a citizen living with me who lays me under domestic obligations, for which I make a pecuniary acknowledgment.

No! no! if I do anything, I must try if I can't entrap him into giving me warning.

But we have got to another unpleasant subject already--suppose I change the topic again?
You will find a little book on that table there, in the corner--tell me what you think of it." The book was a copy of Corneille's "Cid," prettily bound in blue morocco.

Rose was enthusiastic in her praises.

"I found it in a bookseller's shop, yesterday," said her brother, "and bought it as a present for you.