There are three more of them, out in the garden, who have been talking of nothing, for the last hour, but the pedigrees of horses and the muscles of men.

When we are married, Arnold, don't present any of your male friends to me, unless they have turned fifty.

What shall we do till luncheon-time?
It's cool and quiet in here among the books.

I want a mild excitement--and I have got absolutely nothing to do.

Suppose you read me some poetry ?" "While _he_ is here ?" asked Arnold, pointing to the personified antithesis of poetry--otherwise to Geoffrey, seated with his back to them at the farther end of the library.
"Pooh!" said Blanche.