So you see." He spoke as if she had in some way gainsaid him, whereas he had not left her time even to answer a question.

But he broke out anew on the beauty of her flowers.

"You have awfully good ones--where do you get them?
Flowers and pictures and--what are the other things people have when they're happy and superior ?--books and birds.

You ought to have a bird or two, though I dare say you think that by the noise I make I'm as good myself as a dozen.

Isn't there some girl in some story--it isn't Scott; what is it ?--who had domestic difficulties and a cage in her window and whom one associates with chickweed and virtue?
It isn't Esmeralda--Esmeralda had a poodle, hadn't she ?--or have I got my heroines mixed?
You're up here yourself like a heroine; you're perched in your tower or what do you call it ?--your bower.