“Yes,” said Saint Simon thoughtfully, in response to his own thoughts, “we must look after the horses, or else the chief will be wishing again that he had brought the old physic-monger. Nice time we should have of it if he were here! He always makes me uncomfortable with those eyes of his. I should like to catch him asleep some time.”
“Why? What for?”
“To put it to the test. But you never catch a weasel asleep, and I believe old Leoni always snoozes with one eye open.”
“I daresay; and I wonder which. But what do you mean about putting it to the test?”
“Whether he can see with that fixed eye of his.”
“Whether he can see? Why shouldn’t he?”
“Why, you know, of course?”
“Not I. Why, of course he can.”
“Do you mean to say that you have been all this time at Court and don’t know about that?”
“About what?”