"Do you ask? I am a martyr, sir, to my great and expanded political ideas; my religious opinions; my theory of human rights."
"Ah, indeed? Well, they ought to appreciate the compliment you pay them, and console you in your exile."
"They do, sir," said Sir Asinus.
"Delighted to hear it," sighed Jacques, setting down his glass. "Has Doctor Small called on you yet?"
"No. I fervently desire that he will call. We could sing my Latin song together—he would take the bass; and in three hours I should make of him a convert to my political ideas."
"Indeed? Shall I mention that you wish to see him?"
"No, I believe not," said Sir Asinus; "I am busy at present."
"At what—yawning?"
"No, you fop! I am framing a national anthem for the violin."
"Tune—the 'Exile's Return,' eh?"