"Why, dear Jacques, you distress me," says Sir Asinus with great warmth; "did I tread upon your toes?"
Jacques might very justly reply in the affirmative, but he only turns away muttering disconsolately, "One more chance!"
"I thought you were the proctor," says Sir Asinus pleasantly.
"Did you? I am going back soon, and will send him," replies Jacques with sad courtesy.
"No! don't trouble yourself!" cries Sir Asinus; "it is not necessary."
"It is no trouble," says Jacques; "but as you are probably about to return to town yourself, I will not send him."
"To town? Indeed, I am about to do no such thing. It is not every day that one gets a taste of the country."
"You stay?"
"Yes."
Jacques groans, and imprecates—sleep to descend upon his friend.