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[Bartoli <sy...@pa...>]

E," he said. "I heard so much talking this evening that I thought I
would tranquillize my mind by a quiet walk by myself before I went to
bed, and so I happened to see you and Raybold. Of course I had no idea
of intruding upon you, but when I saw you stretch out your arm and say
'Go!' I thought it was time for me to come." "I feel bound to say to
you," said Mrs. Archibald, "that that impertinent fellow is persisting
in his attentions to Miss Dearborn, and that Mr. Archibald and I will
not have it." "I imagined that the discussion was on that subject," said
the bishop, "for Mr. Clyde has intimated to me that Raybold has been
making himself disagreeable to the young lady." "I do not know what we
are going to do," said Mrs. Archibald, reflectively; "there seems to be
no way of making an impression upon him. He is like his sister--he will
have his own way." "Yes," said the bishop, with a sigh, "he is like his
sister. But then, one might thrash him, but what can be done with her? I
tell you, Mrs. Archibald," he said, turning to her, earnestly, "it is
getting to be unbearable. The whole evening, ever since you left the
camp-fire, she has been talking to me on the subject of mental
assimilation--that is, the treatment of our ideas and thoughts as if
they were articles of food--intellectual soda biscuit, or plum pudding,
for instance--in order to find out whether our minds can digest these
things and