That is, you will admit that the finest perception may err in its estimate of the inscrutable work of the Almighty." "Doubtless.

But really, Mr.Lind, human beings are _so_ shallow! I assure you there is nothing at all inscrutable about them to a trained analyst of character.

It may be a gift, perhaps; but people's minds are to me only little machines made up of superficial motives." "I say," said the young gentleman with the banjo, interrupting them: "have you got a copy of 'Rose softly blooming' there ?" "I!" said Mrs.Fairfax.

"No, certainly not." "Then it's all up with the concert.

We have forgotten Marian's music; and there is nothing for Nelly--I beg pardon, I mean Miss McQuinch--to play from.