But there Sir William means, by his plausible "mouthful," something very much beyond either nine or nineteen ordinary quantities of that denomination, whereas the Roman "jentaculum" was literally such; and, accordingly, one of the varieties under which the ancient vocabularies express this model of evanescent quantities is gustatio, a mere tasting; and again it is called by another variety, gustus, a mere taste:

Next day all the Family, including Mr. Russell and excepting Cousin Gustus, came to breakfast with the intention of announcing that he or she must go up to London by the next train.

Mrs. Gustus was never less than half an hour too early for trains.

Cousin Gustus, Mr. Russell, and the convalescent Hound went to lie upon the downs which climbed up straight from the back doorstep of the inn.

Nobody ever knew what sort of matter filled Cousin Gustus's diary, nobody ever wanted to know.

For the first ten minutes Mr. Russell lay on his back listening to the busy sound of the bees filling their honeybags, and the sheep filling themselves, and Cousin Gustus filling his diary.

"You smoke too much," said Cousin Gustus.

"The train is not even signalled yet," said Cousin Gustus.

He never knew that in the company of Mr. and Mrs. Gustus and Kew he was hardly allowed to utter three consecutive words, although, when he was away from them, and especially when he was with the 'bus-conductor, he felt a delightful lack of restraint.

"She is teaching Gustus to see the humorous side.

" They entered to find poor Cousin Gustus bending like a reed before a perfect gale of "Ha-ha-ha's."

"It's enough to make the gods laugh on Olympus," she said, but it did not make Cousin Gustus laugh.

Ha-ha-ha." Cousin Gustus laughed hysterically in chorus, and then said that his head ached, and that he thought he would go to bed early.

"Gustus and I can hire if we must.

Anonyma knocked on the bathroom door, and said, "Cousin Gustus's headache is still bad.

Cousin Gustus's headache could be felt all over the house.

Ha-ha!" "It's too rainy to start to-day," said Cousin Gustus.

" "It is very wrong to joke about Death," said Cousin Gustus.

Cousin Gustus was both depressed and depressing.

I might say that the departure of Kew let loose Cousin Gustus's intense grievance against the Germans, except that I could hardly describe a grievance as let loose that had never been pent up.

Cousin Gustus was always angry with the Germans whatever they did, but the thing that made him more angry than ever was to read in his paper some report admitting courageous or gracious behaviour in a German.

Iron Crosses, indeed, Pish!" Cousin Gustus finds the Iron Cross very useful for the filling up of crannies in his edifice of wrath.

" "Art, indeed," said Cousin Gustus.

"I am having an adventure," said Mrs. Gustus.

"Air raid," said Cousin Gustus.