an old gentleman, and is startled when he is seventy at overhearing himself called by an epithet which he has only applied to others.
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1 Inferno, xxxii. 150.
"A person with your tendency of constitution should take as little sugar as possible," said Pilulus to Bovis somewhere in the darker decades of this century. "It has made a great difference to Avis since he took my advice in that matter: he used to consume half a pound a-day."
"God bless me!" cries Bovis. "I take very little sugar myself."
"Twenty-six large lumps every day of your life, Mr Bovis," says his wife.
"No such thing!" exclaims Bovis.
"You drop them into your tea, coffee, and whisky yourself, my dear, and I count them."
"Nonsense!" laughs Bovis, turning to Pilulus, that they may exchange a glance of mutual amusement at a woman's inaccuracy.
But she happened to be right. Bovis had never said inwardly that he would take a large allowance of sugar, and he had the tradition about himself that he was a man of the most moderate habits; hence, with this
