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VIVIAN GREY.
ness of your conclusion," said Vivian, in a very musing mood.
"But, my dear Sir, I am surprised that you don't see, that—"
"Stop, Mr. Toad,"' eagerly exclaimed Vivian, "I see my error. I misconceived your meaning: you are right. Sir, your definition is correct."
"I was confident that I should convince you, Mr. Grey."
"This conversation, I assure you, Mr. Toad, has been to me a peculiarly satisfactory one. Indeed, Sir, I have long wished to have the honour of making your acquaintance. When but a boy, I remember at my father's table, the late Marquess of Almacks—"
"Yes, Mr. Grey."
"One of the ablest men, Mr. Toad, after all, that this country ever produced."
"Oh, poor dear man!"
"I remember him observing to a friend of
