"Another time will do.

It is a habit of mine, Mr.Nugent, to read aloud in my family circle.

As a clergyman and a lover of poetry (in both capacities) I have long cultivated the art of elocution----" "My dear sir, excuse me, you have cultivated it all wrong!" Mr.Finch paused, thunderstruck.

A man in his presence presuming to have an opinion of his own! a man in the rectory parlor capable of interrupting the rector in the middle of a sentence! guilty of the insane audacity of telling him, as a reader--with Shakespeare open before them--that he read wrong! "Oh, we heard you as we came in!" proceeded Nugent, with the most undiminished confidence, expressed in the most gentlemanlike manner.

"You read it like this." He took up _Hamlet_ and read the opening line of the Fourth Scene, ("The air bites shrewdly.