"Oh, Mr. Roundjacket, you advised me only a few weeks ago to be always courting somebody—courting was the word; I recollect it."
"Hum!" repeated Roundjacket; "did I?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, sir, I suppose a man has a right to amend."
"Anan, sir?"
"I say that a man has a right to file an amended and supplemental bill, stating new facts; but you don't understand. Perhaps, sir, I was right, and perhaps I was wrong in that advice."
"But, Mr. Roundjacket," said Verty, sighing, "do you think I ought not to marry because I am an Indian?"
This question of ethics evidently puzzled the poet.
"An Indian—hum—an Indian?" he said; "but are you an Indian, my young friend?"
"You know ma mere is, and I am her son."