"Very nice, or you wouldn't have married him," answered Angelica. "Go on,
Diavolo. If you sing flat, I'll slap you."
"If you're impertinent, miss, I'll put you out," Diavolo retorted.
"Go on," said Evadne sharply, fearing a fight.
But to everybody's intense relief the prince laughed, and then the twins' distinguished manners appeared in a new and agreeable light.
"Papa—Papa—Papa,"—they sang—"Papa says—that we—that we—that we are little devils! and so we are—we are—we are and ever shall be—world without end."
"I am a chip," Diavolo trilled exquisitely; "I am a chip."
"Thou art a chip—Thou art a chip," Angelica responded.
"We are both chips," they concluded harmoniously—"chips of the old—old block! And as it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen!"
"You sang that last phrase flat you—pulp!" cried Angelica.
"I can't both sing and play," Diavolo protested.