Ye misled me by your pertness.

Get me another nipperkin." Meanwhile Mr.Caryll had taken his way above stairs to the room set apart for him.

He dined to his satisfaction, and thereafter, his shapely, silk-clad legs thrown over a second chair, his waistcoat all unbuttoned, for the day was of an almost midsummer warmth--he sat mightily at his ease, a decanter of sherry at his elbow, a pipe in one hand and a book of Mr.Gay's poems in the other.

But the ease went no further than the body, as witnessed the circumstances that his pipe was cold, the decanter tolerably full, and Mr.Gay's pleasant rhymes and quaint conceits of fancy all unheeded.

The light, mercurial spirit which he had from nature and his unfortunate mother, and which he had retained in spite of the stern training he had received at his adoptive father's hands, was heavy-fettered now.
The mild fatigue of his journey through the heat of the day had led him to look forward to a voluptuous hour of indolence following upon dinner, with pipe and book and glass.