Mr. Roundjacket was astounded at finding such savage ignorance in his companion;—he revolved in his mind the means of enlightening Verty, in vain.
At last he placed the end of his ruler upon his waistcoat, and said, mysteriously:
"Do you see me?"
"Yes," replied Verty.
"Well, sir, I made love to a young woman when I was six."
Verty looked interested.
"At twelve I had already had my heart broken three times," continued Mr. Roundjacket; "and now, sir, I make it a point to pay my addresses—yes, to proceed to the last word, the 'will you,' namely,—once, at least, a year."
Verty replied that this was very kind in Mr. Roundjacket, and then rising, stretched himself, and took up his bow.
"I feel very tired," he said, "I wish I was in the woods."
And Verty turned his back on Mr. Roundjacket, strolled to the door, and leaning on his bow, gazed languidly out upon the busy street.