Let us now bask under the spreading trees said Bernard in a passionate tone. Oh yes lets said Ethel and she opened her dainty parasole and sank down upon the long grass. She closed her eyes but was far from asleep.

Bernard always had a few prayers in the hall and some whiskey afterwards as he was rather pious.

My own idear is that these things are as piffle before the wind.

My life will be sour grapes and ashes without you.

I am parshial [sic] to ladies if they are nice. I suppose it is my nature. I am not quite a gentleman but you would hardly notice it."