says that it is the name of something, even then the name will only be the name of a name, and of nothing else.
dull yard behind, not a sigh among the leafless boughs of one despondent
Nobody knew where the evening went to, for Hannah skillfully abstracted the babies at an early hour, nodding like two rosy poppies, and Mr. Laurence went home to rest. The others sat round the fire, talking away, utterly regardless of the lapse of time, till Meg, whose maternal was impressed with a firm conviction that Daisy had tumbled out of be, and Demi set his nightgown afire studying the structure of matches, made a move to go.
translated by Benjamin Jowett