[To Manuel.
Man. I beg your pardon, Madame—I'm all attention—I heard. The creature had two ears just long enough—
[All laugh.
Mad. A. No, no; I said I had him for two years—just a sufficient time to love him like a child—when he died—died, sir, of one of those diseases peculiar to that class of quadruped.
Man. Children?
Mad. A. No, sir, Donkies! Dear me, it was, Umph! let me see, you must know, sir, what I mean?
[To Bevannes.
Bev. Measles?
Mad. A. No, no, but no matter; He died—
Bev. Peace to his ashes. But as you were saying, Madame Laroque, there are plenty of horses in the stable, and, really, all but ruined for want of exercise.