"I'm afraid the prospect of our parting has got on your nerves, Cello." "I'm afraid the prospect of our parting has got on your nerves, Cello." "I wish you wouldn't be so disgustingly vulgar and personal as to use that ridiculous nickname for me," he retorted, angrily. "I wish you wouldn't be so disgustingly vulgar and personal as to use that ridiculous nickname for me," he retorted, angrily. "I wish to see you in the study, Ferdinand, in about a quarter of an hour. I have something very important to say to you," interposed my father, rising to leave the room, as he generally did when my brother and I looked like having words. "I wish to see you in the study, Ferdinand, in about a quarter of an hour. I have something very important to say to you," interposed my father, rising to leave the room, as he generally did when my brother and I looked like having words. "Very well, sir. I'll come to you." "Very well, sir. I'll come to you." "Do you know the news, Nand?" cried Mercy, as soon as the door closed behind him, and the look of her eye was full of mischief. "Do you know the news, Nand?" cried Mercy, as soon as the door closed behind him, and the look of her eye was full of mischief. "No. I've only read a couple of newspapers this morning," I answered, flippantly. "No. I've only read a couple of newspapers this morning," I answered, flippantly. "I don't mean news of the stupid newspaper sort; I mean real, private, important news. This will be in the fashionable gossip next week: but it isn't public yet." "I don't mean news of the stupid newspaper sort; I mean real, private, important news. This will be in the fashionable gossip next week: but it isn't public yet." "No—and I'm afraid I'm not very interested in it, either. Next week I shall be in Madrid." "No—and I'm afraid I'm not very interested in it, either. Next week I shall be in Madrid." "Ah, but this is about Madrid, too," she cried, looking mysterious.
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