“Did you receive my post-card?” asked the villain.
“Of course I did,” replied the faithless one. “I did not know he was going out of town. Are you quite sure he’s gone? I’m in mortal terror.”
“Never fear, my love,” he replied; “I was in his rooms this morning. He must have left very early.”
I was furious. So this was the meaning of his interested questions the night before!
Full of wrath I brought down my whip upon my horse.
“Don’t beat that horse so!” cried my friend Otto from the cab; “we are in no particular hurry.”
I burst into a roar of hysterical laughter. The villain! he was pitiful toward the horse, more than toward his friend. Again the nag was called upon to bear the brunt of my indignation at my friend Otto.
“The fellow must be mad,” said my friend Otto.
“Don’t talk so loud,” begged Emma.
“Nonsense,” he replied. “I told you that he is as deaf as a poker; moreover, look at him. I believe he has false hair!”