Chapter 1918 of 1964 · 59 words · ~1 min read

XCI.

But what confused him more than smile or stare From all the 'squires and 'squiresses around, Who wondered at the abstraction of his air, Especially as he had been renowned For some vivacity among the fair, Even in the country circle's narrow bound-- (For little things upon my Lord's estate Were good small talk for others still less great)--