I thought you always spent Sunday in arranging how you might most effectually badger each other on Monday." "We got through all that early this morning, Miss Fitzgibbon, while you were saying your prayers." "Here is Mr.Kennedy too;--you know him I daresay.

He also is a member; but then he can afford to be idle." But it so happened that Phineas did not know Mr.Kennedy, and consequently there was some slight form of introduction.
"I believe I am to meet you at dinner on Wednesday,"-- said Phineas,--"at Lord Brentford's." "And me too," said Miss Fitzgibbon.
"Which will be the greatest possible addition to our pleasure," said Phineas.
Mr.Kennedy, who seemed to be afflicted with some difficulty in speaking, and whose bow to our hero had hardly done more than produce the slightest possible motion to the top of his hat, hereupon muttered something which was taken to mean an assent to the proposition as to Wednesday's dinner.

Then he stood perfectly still, with his two hands fixed on the top of his umbrella, and gazed at the great monkeys' cage.

But it was clear that he was not looking at any special monkey, for his eyes never wandered.
"Did you ever see such a contrast in your life ?" said Miss Fitzgibbon to Phineas,--hardly in a whisper.
"Between what ?" said Phineas.
"Between Mr.Kennedy and a monkey.

The monkey has so much to say for himself, and is so delightfully wicked! I don't suppose that Mr.
Kennedy ever did anything wrong in his life." Mr.Kennedy was a man who had very little temptation to do anything wrong.