Mrs. Arnold, did you ever confess a sin to Mr. Shenstone, and ask counsel of him when you were very miserable?
The great trees in Shenstone Park stood gaunt and bare, spreading wide arms over the sodden grass.
I loved him for nothing so much,' said Shenstone, 'as for his flocci-nauci-nihili-pili-fication of money.'
It was the first time Jim 257 Airth had laughed since that afternoon beneath the Shenstone beeches.
And less Shenstone himself—indeed both—as the lady proceeds.
