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The professorship was obscure; he said it was Athenian, and Bobus had no immediate means of finding out whether it were so or not, nor of analysing the alphabet of letters that followed his name upon the advertisement of his lectures. Apparently he was a clever lecturer, fluent and full of illustration, with an air of original theory that caught people's attention.
There the rest of the party found her, and as they did not find Bobus, they concluded that all was safe. However, when the two Johns were walking home with Mother Carey, Bobus joined them, and soon made his mother fall behind with him, asking her, "I hope your eloquence prevailed." "Far from it, Bobus," she said. "In fact you have alarmed them."
But I shall never know them apart, now they are both the same size." "You won't feel that difficulty long," said Bobus. "There really is no comparison between them." "Just the insipid English Mees," said Elvira. "You should hear what the French think of the ordinary English girl!" "So much the better," said Bobus. "No respectable English girl would wish for a foreigner's insulting admiration."
"I hear," said Clarence, who never abused any one, even the givers of stupid parties, if he could help it, and therefore thought it best to change the conversation, "I hear, Lord Borodaile, that some hunters of yours are to be sold. I purpose being a bidder for Thunderbolt." "I have a horse to sell you, Mr. Linden," cried Mr. Percy Bobus, springing from the sofa into civility; "a superb creature."
I hate it all, and don't want to waste my time." "I don't think you are quite right as to there being no distinction without athletics." "Allen says it is so now." "Allen may be a better judge of the present state of things, but I should think there was always a studious set who were respectable." "Besides," proceeded Bobus, warming with his subject, "I see no good in nothing but classics.
You see he likes it, because he fancies her goodness itself; and so I suppose she is, only there is such a lot of clerical shop" then, as Jock made a sound as if he did not like the slang in her mouth- "Ay, it sounds like Bobus; but if this goes on much longer, I shall turn to Bobus's way. He has all the sense on his side!" "No, Babie," said Jock very gravely. "That's a much worse sort of folly!"
The boy made no answer, but scrambled up, sheepish and disconcerted; and indeed the sun was entirely down and the dew almost falling, so that the mother called to the young ones to gather up their things and come home. Such a collection! Bobus picked up a tin-case and basket full of flowers, interspersed with bottles of swimming insects.
Dear Don Bobus, I see that you have been Christian enough to send my last letter to "The Atlantic Monthly," and that the editors of that famous work have confirmed my opinion of their high taste by printing it.
An opening had offered itself in America, and he had come to try to obtain his wife's fortune to take them out. The opportunity of making stringent terms had seemed to Bobus so excellent that he civilly invited Demetrius to dine and sleep, and sent off a note to beg his uncle to come and assist in a family compact.
He eyed the black bottle wistfully. "No, no; that isn't good stuff for babies," said Perigal, shaking his head; "if we had some milk you should have it, Gogles." "I wish we had; why don't we keep some cows on board?" whispered Gogles. "What would you feed them on?" asked Grey. "Grass and hay, when we could get them, of course," answered Gogles, sagaciously. "Not at all," remarked Bobus.
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