“Pray who asks you to tell a story?”
“You do, telling me to say I have a rich lover.”
“I do not. I am rich.”
“Not in money?”
“Yes, in money.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“I forgot. How could I think of riches with you filling up all the thinking-place!”
“But what am I to do to-night?”
“To-night?—oh!—I hadn’t thought of that!—We’ll ask Aggie.”
So Aggie was once more called, and consulted. She thought for a minute, then said,—