Why, there was that little chance story you told me yesterday in the garden--don't you remember ?--about your strange client, whom you never saw again: I declare it was much more interesting than half these novels, _because_ it was a story.

Tell me another about your young days, when you were seeing the world, and meeting with all sorts of remarkable people.

Or, no--don't tell it now--keep it till the evening, when we all want something to stir us up.

You old people might amuse us young ones out of your own resources oftener than you do.

It was very kind of you to get me these books; but, with all respect to them, I would rather have the rummaging of your memory than the rummaging of this box.