'
'I do not think I am unintelligible anywhere but here,' said Lord
Rotherwood. 'There is nothing sufficiently exciting at home, if
Grosvenor Square is to be called home.'
'Sometimes you do it without knowing it,' said Lily.
'Yes,' said Claude, 'when you do not exactly know what you are going
to say.'
'Then it is no bad plan,' said Lord Rotherwood. 'People are
satisfied, and you don't commit yourself.'
'I'll tell you what, Cousin Rotherwood,' exclaimed Phyllis, 'your
hand is bleeding.'
'Is it? Thank you, Phyllis, I thought I had washed it off: now do
find me some sealing-wax--India-rub her--sticking-plaster, I mean.'
'Oh! Rotherwood,' said Emily, 'what a bad cut, how did it happen?'
'Only, I am the victim to Maurice's first essay in fishing.'
'Just fancy what an awkward fellow Maurice is,' said Reginald, 'he
had but one throw, and he managed to stick the hook into Rotherwood's
hand.'
'One of those barbed hooks? Oh! Rotherwood, how horrid!' said Emily.
'And he cut it out with his knife, and caught that great trout with
it directly,' said Reginald.
'And neither half drowned Maurice, nor sent him home again?' asked
Lily.
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