Every one was indolent, and a good deal tired; the gentlemen were smoking, and no one seemed in a hurry.
When Kilian said, "What can I do for you.

Miss Pauline ?" I could not help saying, "Take me home." "Home!" cried Kilian.

"Here is somebody talking about going home.

Why, Miss Pauline, I am just beginning to enjoy myself! only look, it is but four o'clock." "Oh, let us stay and go home by moonlight," cried Mary Leighton, in a little rapture.
"Would it not be heavenly!" said Henrietta.
"How about tea ?" said Charlotte.

"We shall be hungry before moonlight, and there isn't anything left to eat." "How material!" cried Kilian, who had eaten an enormous dinner.
"We shall all get cold," said Sophie, who loved to be comfortable, "and the children are beginning to be very cross." "Small blame to them," muttered a dissatisfied man in my ear, who had singled me out as a companion in discontent, and had pursued me with his contempt for pastoral entertainments, and for this entertainment in especial.
"Well, let the people that want to stay, stay; but let us go home," I said, hastily.
"That is so like you, Pauline," exclaimed Mary Leighton, in a voice that stung me like nettles.
"It is very like common-sense," I said, "if that's like me." "Well, it isn't particularly." "Let dogs delight," said Kilian, "I have a compromise to offer.