The rocking-chair has ceased rocking.

Bobby's sneeze has stopped half-way.
There is a petrified silence.
At length, "_Marry you!_" says the Brat, in a deeply-accented tone of low and awed disbelief.

"Why, he was at school with father!" "I wish to heavens that he had never been at school anywhere!" cry I, in a fury.

"I am sick to death of hearing that he was at school with father.

Will no one ever forget it ?" "He is for-ty-sev-en!" says Algy, at last closing his mouth, and speaking with slow impressiveness.