'Well, if it is not Sir Hugh, says one of them, who is it?--Why, it's only our Latin master, says I; upon which they all set up as jolly a laugh again as ever I heard in my days. Jobbins, they're pure merry!--And who learns Latin! says one, I hope they don't let him work at poor old Sir Hugh? No, says I, they tried their hands with him at first, but he thanked 'em for nothing. He soon grew tired on't.--So then they said, who learns now, says they, do you?--Me! says I, no, God be praised, I don't know _A_ from _B_, which is the way my head's so clear, never having muddled it with what I don't understand.--And so then they all said I was a brave fellow; and they ordered me a glass of wine.' What a set! thought Edgar, is this, idle, dissipated, curious--for Camilla to associate with!--the lively, the unthinking, the inexperienced Camilla! 'So then they asked me, says they, does Miss Lynmere learn, says they?--Not, as I know of, says I, she's no great turn for her book, as ever I heard of; which I hope Miss you won't take ill, for they all said, no, to be sure, she's too handsome for that.' Indiana looked uncertain whether to be flattered or offended. 'But you have not told us what they said of Mr. Mandlebert yet?' cried Miss Margland. 'No, I must come to you first, Miss,' answered he, 'for that's what they come upon next. But mayhap I must not tell?' 'O yes, you may;' said she, growing a little apprehensive of some affront, but determined not to seem hurt by it; 'I am very indifferent to any thing they can say of me, assure yourself!' 'Why, I suppose, says they, this Latin master studies chiefly with the governess?--They'd study fisty-cuffs I believe, if they did, says I, for she hates him like poison; and there's no great love lost between them.' 'And what right had you to say that, Mr. Jacob? I did not ask what you said. Not that I care, I promise you!' 'Why, some how, they got it all out; they were so merry and so full of their fun, I could not be behind hand. But I hope no offence?' 'O dear no! I'm sure it's not worth while.' 'They said worse than I did,' resumed Jacob, 'by a deal; they said, says they, she looks duced crabbed--she looks just as if she was always eating a sour apple, says the lady; she looks--' 'Well, well, I don't want to hear any more of their opinions. I may look as I please I hope. I hate such gossiping.' 'So then they said, pray does Miss Camilla learn? says they;--Lord love her, no! says I.' 'And what said they to that?' cried Edgar. 'Why, they said, they hoped not, and they were glad to hear it, for they liked her the best of all. And what does the ugly one do? says they.--' 'Come, we have heard enough now,' interrupted Edgar, greatly shocked for poor Eugenia, who fortunately, however, had retired with Camilla. Sir Hugh too, angrily broke in upon him, saying: 'I won't have my niece called ugly, Jacob! you know it's against my commands such a thing's being mentioned.'