He was consequential, dogmatic, and with all the self-asserting priggishness of young Oxford fresh upon him.

I confess I was pretty much inclined the same way myself; so, it was but natural that we should disagree: two suns, you know, cannot shine in the same hemisphere.
Before I could answer him, Miss Pimpernell hastily interposed.

She hated to hear us arguing and bickering as was generally our way when we met.

"Please bring the measuring tape, Frank," she said, "you will find it on that bench in the corner; and come and see how long my wreath is.
It should be just nineteen feet, but I'm afraid I am a yard short." By the time I had done as my old friend requested, the conversation which I had interrupted by my advent resumed its course.

They were talking about the future world, and ventilating sundry curious thoughts on the subject.
"And what do _you_ think heaven will be like ?" asked Seraphine Dasher, appealing to me.