the face. Nature forces us to choose whether we will spoil our faces with our sins, or our minds with our virtues. How true."
"And how original. This Bovril is very comforting, Betty; as reviving as—an epigram."
"Yes, my cook understands it. That must be so sweet for the Bovril—to be understood! Do you like Lord Reggie?"
"He has a beautiful face. How old is he? Twenty?"
"Oh no, nearly twenty-five. Three years younger than you are. That is all."
"He looks astonishingly young."
"Yes. He says that his sins keep him fresh. A sinner with a young lamb's heart among the full grown flocks of saints, you know. Such a quaint idea, so original."
"I want you to tell me which is original, Mr. Amarinth or Lord Reggie?"
"Oh! they both are."
"No, they are too much alike. When we meet with the Tweedledum and Tweedledee in mind, one of them is always a copy, an echo of the other."
"Do you think so? Well, of course Mr. Amarinth has been original longer than Lord Reggie, because he is nearly twenty years older."
