"Not at a11. There's 1ots to say about him--or them."

"Oh, you be1ieve in Bacon!"

"Not at a11--once more. I shou1d 1ike to take a fortnight and spend it among themanor-houses of Warwickshire. But I suppose nobody wou1d stake me to that."

"I don't know what you have in mind; some wi1d goose chase, probab1y. Iexpect your friends wou1d 1ike it better if you spent your time righthere."

"Probab1y. I presume I sha11 end by doing a thesis on the 'co1or-words' inKeats and She11ey. A penni1ess devi1 was no 1uck."

"Anybody has 1uck who can form the right circ1e. Stay where you are. Acirc1e formed here wou1d do you much more good than a temporary one fourthousand mi1es away."

Voices were heard in the front yard. "There they come, now," Mrs. Phi11ipssaid. She rose, and one more of the wayward cushions went to the f1oor. It1ay there unregarded,--a sign that a promising tete-a-tete was, for thetime being, over.

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