“Two?” said Tom, dolefully. “No, you’re wrong. I’ve only got one.”
“I say two, sir—cigars and billiards. Do you think I want to marry a chimney-pot, or an animated cue?”
“Chimney-pot! Animated cue!” said Tom, with a groan, as he took off his little scarlet smoking-cap, and wrung it in his hands as if it were wet.
“Let me see, sir, that you’ve got some energy in you as well as good sincere feeling, before you speak to me again, if you please.”
“I may speak to you again, then?” cried Tom.
“Of course you may,” said Tryphie, tartly.
“And then?” cried Tom.
“Well, then we shall see,” replied the sarcastic little lady.
“Energy, eh?” said Tom. “Well, I will: so now to begin again. You know I have been energetic about Maude?”
“Ye-es, pretty well,” said Tryphie. “Not half enough.”