"Did you ever hear such nonsense as they talk, Mrs. Huntingdon?" he continued. "I'm quite ashamed of them for my part: they can't take so much as a bottle between them without its getting into their heads—"
"You are pouring the cream into your saucer, Mr. Grimsby."
"Ah! yes, I see, but we're almost in darkness here. Hargrave, snuff those candles, will you?"
"They're wax; they don't require snuffing," said I.
"'The light of the body is the eye'" observed Hargrave, with a sarcastic smile. "'If thine eye be single thy whole body shall be full of light.'"
Grimsby repulsed him with a solemn wave of the hand, and then, turning to me, continued, with the same drawling tones, and strange uncertainty of utterance and heavy gravity of aspect as before, "But as I was saying, Mrs. Huntingdon,—they have no head at
