Chapter 732 of 1964 · 62 words · ~1 min read

LVIII.

A neat, snug study on a winter's night,[fb] A book, friend, single lady, or a glass Of claret, sandwich, and an appetite, Are things which make an English evening pass-- Though _certes_ by no means so grand a sight As is a theatre lit up by gas-- _I_ pass my evenings in long galleries solely,[fc][289] And that's the reason I'm so melancholy.