All you are ever worth is to tell stories, and now you must needs set up for a good, pious boy--you, forsooth of all others!" "Indeed, Frank, you will not understand me." "If you dare to say any more to Louis," cried Reginald, "I'll make you--" Louis' hand was upon Reginald's mouth.
Frank replied, tauntingly, "Ay, finish your work this time, that's right.

Come boys, never mind, I'll tell you a wonderful tale." "I think we'd better not have one to-night," said one; "perhaps Mortimer's right." "Don't have one, don't!" said Louis, starting up; "do not let us forget that all this day is God's day, and that we must not even speak our own words." "None of your cant," cried one.
"Well, I propose that we go to sleep, and then we shan't hear what he says," said Meredith.

"They talk of his not having pluck enough to speak, but he can do it when he pleases," he remarked in a low tone to his next companion, Frank Digby, who rejoined, "More shame for him, the little hypocrite.

I like real religious people, but I can't bear cant." What Frank's idea of real religion was, may be rather a difficult matter to settle.

Probably it was an obscure idea to himself,--an idea of certain sentiment and no vitality..