"I have heard of much learning making a man mad, but never of much good sense." "What! Do you call this sensible ?" "Don't you ?" "I'll read it again," said Rosa.

"Well--yes--I declare--it is not so mad as I thought; but it is very eccentric." Lusignan suggested there was nothing so eccentric as common sense, especially in time of wedding.

"This," said he, "comes from the City.

It is a friend of mine, some old fox; he is throwing dust in your eyes with his reasons; his real reason was that his time is money; it would have cost the old rogue a hundred pounds' worth of time--you know the City, Christopher--to go out and choose the girl a present; so he has sent his clerk out with a check to buy a pewter teapot, and fill it with specie." "Pewter!" cried Rosa.

"No such thing! It's nickel.