"I think not."

"I'm sure you did. When you said 'Sion hill' I recollect I thought of
the Methodists directly. I couldn't have thought of the Methodists, if
you hadn't said 'Sion hill.' It stands to reason."

"I'll try the next page," said Arnold. "I can't have read that
before--for I haven't turned over yet."

Blanche threw herself back in her chair, and flung her handkerchief
resignedly over her face. "The flies," she explained. "I'm not going to
sleep. Try the next page. Oh, dear me, try the next page!"

Arnold proceeded:

"Say first for heaven hides nothing from thy view.
Nor the deep tract of hell say first what cause.
Moved our grand parents in that happy state--"

Blanche suddenly threw the handkerchief off again, and sat bolt upright
in her chair. "Shut it up," she cried. "I can't bear any more. Leave
off, Arnold--leave off!"

"What's, the matter now?"

"'That happy state,'" said Blanche. "What does 'that happy state' mean?
Marriage, of course! And marriage reminds me of Anne. I won't have any
more. Paradise Lost is painful. Shut it up. Well, my next question to
Sir Patrick was, of course, to know what he thought Anne's husband had