"Very well. Lam learns ten or twelve new words every day. I give him the English word for an article, and he gives me the Chinese; and the following day we catechise each other; but I have never remembered a Chinese name, and Lam has never forgotten an English one. Then I set him copies, which he writes out beautifully with his queer little camel’s-hair brush dipped in India-ink. I fear the sentiments will not greatly benefit him, but I try to explain them to him." "Give me an example of your copy-book maxims; I am sure they are something new, quite unlike those I was brought up on." "I take my verses all from Mr. Lear’s ’Nonsense Book;’ they will help him geographically, if not otherwise." "You have given him the ’Old Man of Moldavia’?" "Assuredly." "Truly, Princess, you are the most inexplicable person I have ever seen. I find you in the morning with a volume of Spinoza in your hand, trying to explain his particular dogma of philosophy to poor Barbara; and in the afternoon you are talking about this absurd child’s book as if it were something serious. You snubbed that poor professor last night, because he presumed to give an opinion concerning Dante, never having read him in the original; and to-day I heard you ask my mother if Washington was in the State of New York. You are remarkably erudite and positively ignorant at the same time." "_Eh bene, cosa volete_? I--" "Now what is the use of talking Italian to me? You know I can’t understand a word of it, and--" A third voice interrupted Deering. It was that of a man who had joined the pair unnoticed by either of them, the sound of his footsteps being muffled by the deep grass. "If Miss Almsford knew how pretty her manner of speaking English was, she would never have resort to the weaker language of her birthplace to express her thoughts." "What, Graham, with a gallant speech upon his lips! Wonder of wonders! Princess, he has the sharpest tongue and the keenest wit I have ever known. Beware of him! When did you come?" "Just now; I rode over to see if Miss Almsford was in the mood for a ride, and to offer my services as cavalier, knowing that your afternoons, my dear Deering, are too much occupied for you to play esquire to this fair dame." "It is the thing of all others I should enjoy," said Millicent; "I will be ready in ten minutes." Deering strolled off, rather disconsolately, in the direction of the dairy, Graham accompanying him as far as the stable, where he proceeded to put Barbara’s saddle on the back of a sturdy cob, which from his immovable character had been named Sphinx.