I should like to see you when you're tired and satiated," Osmond added in a moment.

"I shall prefer you in that state." Isabel, with her eyes bent, fingered the pages of M.Ampere.

"You turn things into ridicule without seeming to do it, though not, I think, without intending it.

You've no respect for my travels--you think them ridiculous." "Where do you find that ?" She went on in the same tone, fretting the edge of her book with the paper-knife.

"You see my ignorance, my blunders, the way I wander about as if the world belonged to me, simply because--because it has been put into my power to do so.