“I have had so much to do to-day; some one ought to write a Song of the Shirt for me. Scratch, scratch, scratch—in lieu of stitch, stitch, stitch.”
“But recollect all the good you are doing,” answered Constance.
“Yes, that is a reflection which conveys great comfort to me.”
Augustus smiled somewhat in his answer.
“Why are you always sarcastic?”
“I feel I am very sincere.”
“You are never in earnest.”
“You think so; you will find I am in earnest in some things.”
“’Ow de do?” said Lady Coxe.
The couple looked up at the new-comer—it was the Count.