“I dreamt that James Short was a Q.C., and making twenty thousand a year, and that he had married Lady Holmhurst.”
“I should not wonder if that came true,” answered Augusta, biting the top of her pen.
Then came another pause.
“Gussie,” said Eustace, sleepily, “are you quite happy?”
“Yes, of course I am, that is, I should be if it wasn’t for those footmen and the silver water-jugs.”
“I wonder at that,” said her husband.
“Why?”
“Because”—(yawn)—“of that will upon your neck”—(yawn). “I should not have believed that a woman could be quite happy”—(yawn)—“who could—never go to Court.”
And he went to sleep again; while, disdaining reply, Augusta worked on.