But the old American disregarded him, and went on
with his quotations from the Scandinavian bard. But Mr Boncassen
sat next to Lady Cantrip, and when at last he was called upon to
give his ear to the countess, Lady Mary was again vacant for
Popplecourt's attentions. 'Are you very fond of poetry?' he asked.
'Very fond.'
'So am I. Which do you like best, Tennyson or Shakespeare?'
'They are very unlike.'
'Yes;--they are unlike. Or Moore's Melodies. I am very fond of
"When in death I shall calm recline". I think this equal to
anything. I think Reginald Dobbes would have it as all bosh.'
'Then I think that Mr Reginald Dobbes must be all bosh himself.'
'There was a man there named Tregear who had brought some books.'
Then there was a pause. Lady Mary had not a word to say. 'Dobbes
used to declare that he was always pretending to read poetry.'
'Mr Tregear never pretends anything.'
'Do you know him?' asked the rival.
'He's my brother's most particular friend.'
'Ah! yes. I dare say Silverbridge has talked to you about him.
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