sentiments on that point. But some people take such strange ideas into their heads! To be sure, to be sure, the predominant interest, mine—that is to say, our's, Vivian, is the predominant interest. I've no idea of the predominant interest, not being predominant; that would be singular! I knew you 'd agree with me—we always agree. 'Twas a lucky hour when we met. Two minds so exactly alike! I was just your very self when I was young; and as for you—my career is before you."
Here entered Mr. Sadler with the letters.
"One from Courtown. I wonder if he has seen Mounteney. Mounteney is a very good-natured fellow, and I think might be managed. Ah! I wish you could get hold of him, Vivian; you'd soon bring him round. What it is to have brains, Vivian!" and here the Marquess shook his head very pompously, and at the same time, tapped very significantly on his left temple. "Hah! what—what 's all this!
