Hoped she hadn’t been guilty of splashing his Grace.
Now, look out. Yes, he will! No, he wont! By the powers!
I thought he was taking alarm at the flowers;
But it luckily seems, his gigantic invention
Has at once set them down as a little attention
On Irmengard’s part,—done by way of suggestion
That she means to say “Yes,” when he next pops the question.
There! he’s down! now he yawns, and in one minute more—
I thought so, he’s safe—he’s beginning to snore;
He is wrapped in that sleep he shall wake from no more.