It will be vindicated in the end but be worthy of your seat beside the Muse, who alone of us all can take one view of the inevitable two that perplex mortal judgements.
For, if Ipley had jumped jovially up, and met the Hillford alarum with laughter,--how then?
Why, then I maintain that the magnanimity of Beer would have blazed effulgent on the spot: there would have been louder laughter and fraternal greetings.

As it was, the fire on the altar of Wisdom was again kindled by Folly, and the steps to the altar were broken heads, after the antique fashion.
In dismay, Ipley started.

The members of the Club stared.

Emilia faltered in horror.
A moment her voice swam stemming the execrable concert, but it was overwhelmed.

Wilfrid pressed forward to her.