Wife.—Of course. I will intercede for you; so do you please arrange me.
Servant.—In that case, be so good as to sit down here.
Wife.—All right.
Servant.—I fear it will be uncomfortable, but I must ask you to put your head under this.
Wife.—Please arrange me so that he cannot possibly know the difference between us.
Servant.—He will never know. It will do very nicely like this.
Wife.—Will it?
Servant.—Yes.
Wife.—Well, then! do you go and rest.
Servant.—Your commands are laid to heart.