C. Not to throw away all my chances of self-improvement by
burrowing into this hole.
MRS. M. Oh, my dear, I don't like to hear you call it so.
C. Yes, I know you care for it. You were bred up here, and know
nothing better, poor old Mamsey, and pottering suits you exactly;
but it is too much to ask me to sacrifice my wider fields of culture
and usefulness.
MRS. M. Grandpapa would enjoy nothing so much as reading with you.
He said so.
C. Oxford half a century old and wearing off ever since. No, I
thank you! Besides, it is not only physical science, but art.
MRS. M. There's the School of Art at Holbrook.