"But among Friends we are more simple."
"Ach, Friends—and in this gown! Shall we be of two worlds? That might have its convenience."
"Thou art naughty, sir," she said, and they went in.
There was Colonel Lennox and his wife, whom Schmidt had not met, and Josiah. "You know Mrs. Byrd, Mr. Schmidt? Mrs. Eager Howard, may I present to you Mr. Schmidt?" This was the Miss Chew who won the heart of the victor of the Cowpens battle; and last came Jefferson, tall, meager, red-cheeked, and wearing no powder, a lean figure in black velvet, on a visit to the city.
"There were only two good noses," said Gainor next day to a woman with the nose of a pug dog—"mine and that man Schmidt's—Schmidt, with a nose like a hawk and a jaw most predacious."
For mischief she must call Mr. Jefferson "Excellency," for had he not been governor of his State?
He bowed, laughing. "Madame, I have no liking for titles. Not even those which you confer."
"Oh, but when you die, sir," cried Mrs. Howard, "and you want to read your title clear to mansions in the skies?"
"I shall want none of them; and there are no mansions in the skies."
"And no skies, sir, I suppose," laughed Mrs. Byrd. "Poor Watts!"