Shirley laughed; she laughed again, each time with a slightly sarcastic sound. "Well, well," was her comment. "On the plea of the man being Cyril Hall's friend and Robert Moore's brother, we'll just tolerate his existence; won't we, Cary? You believe him to be intelligent, do you? Not quite an idiot--eh? Something commendable in his disposition!--_id est_, not an absolute ruffian. Good! Your representations have weight with me; and to prove that they have, should he come this way I will speak to him."

Shirley laughed sarcastically. "Well, well. Since he's Cyril Hall's friend and Robert Moore's brother, we'll just tolerate his existence, eh, Cary? You believe him to be not quite an idiot, do you? Something good about him - not an absolute ruffian! Your opinion has weight with me; and I will speak to him."
