for such a nimble tongue. And then you are so remorseless. I'll hold my
tongue, and make a sketch of this magnificent oak."

"Ay, do: draw it as it appeared on a late occasion: with two ladies
flying out of it, and you rooted with dismay."

"There is no need; that scene is engraved."

"Where? in all the shops?"

"No; on all our memories."

"Not on mine; not on mine. How terrified you were--ha, ha! and how
terrified we should have been if you had not. Listen: once upon a
time--don't be alarmed: it was long after Noah--a frightened hare ran by
a pond; the frogs splashed in the water, smit with awe. Then she said,
'Ah ha! there are people in the world I frighten in my turn; I am the
thunderbolt of war.' Excuse my quoting La Fontaine: I am not in 'Charles
the Twelfth of Sweden' yet. I am but a child."

"And it's a great mercy, for when you grow up, you will be too much
for me, that is evident. Come, then, Mademoiselle the Quizzer, come and
adorn my sketch."

"Monsieur, shall I make you a confession? You will not be angry: I could
not support your displeasure. I have a strange inclination to walk
up and down this terrace while you go and draw that tree in the
Pleasaunce."

"Resist that inclination; perhaps it will fly from you."