Strange to say, she likes nothing better than--er--poetry.

I hope you don't mind my calling you rather poetical," said Peter, in a tone of sincere apology.

"I wish, John, you'd go straight to my mother, and put the whole case before her, just like that." "The whole case!" said John.

"But, my dear fellow, that's only half the case." "What do you mean ?" "The other half," said John, "is the case from _her_ point of view." "I don't see," said Peter, "how her point of view can be different from mine." John's thoughts flew back to a February evening, more than two years earlier.

It seemed to him that Sir Timothy stood before him, surprised, pompous, argumentative.