"But I am afraid the scholars would fall foul of it."

"Why, have not they just made Mariolatry?"

"Yes; but they are very severe on hybrids between Latin and Greek."

"It is not worth while to boggle at trifles when one has an
expressive term," said Rachel; "if it turns into English, that is all
that is wanted."

"Would it not be rather a pity if it should turn into English? Might
it not be hard to brand with a contemptuous name what does more good
than harm?"

"That sickly mixture of flirtation and hero worship, with a religious
daub as a salve to the conscience."

"Laugh it down, and what do you leave? In Miss Austen's time silly
girls ran to balls after militiamen, now, if they run to schools and
charities more for the curate's sake than they quite know, is not the
alternative better?"

"It is greater humbug," said Rachel. "But I knew you would not
agree, at least beforehand, it is appreciation that I want."

Never did Madame de Genlis make a cleverer hit than in the reading of
the Genius Phanor's tragedy in the Palace of Truth. Comically absurd
as the inconsistency is of transporting the lecture of a Parisian
academician into an enchanted palace, full of genii and fairies of