But, either the man's dulness, or my want of the power of attending, makes my eyes pass over the page, just as one seems to read in a dream, without being able to comprehend one word of the matter.

You shall talk to me, and that will do better.

What can I give you to show that you are welcome?
I am afraid tea is all I have to offer, and that you set too little store by." "I shall be glad of a cup at present," said Mowbray, "for I wish to speak with you." "Then Jessy shall make it ready instantly," said Miss Mowbray, ringing, and giving orders to her waiting-maid--"but you must not be ungrateful, John, and plague me with any of the ceremonial for your fete--'sufficient for the day is the evil thereof.' I will attend, and play my part as prettily as you can desire; but to think of it beforehand, would make both my head and my heart ache; and so I beg you will spare me on the subject." "Why, you wild kitten," said Mowbray, "you turn every day more shy of human communication--we shall have you take the woods one day, and become as savage as the Princess Caraboo.

But I will plague you about nothing if I can help it.

If matters go not smooth on the great day, they must e'en blame the dull thick head that had no fair lady to help him in his need.