'Marvellous clever man!'—said his Highness.
'Superb!'—said the guests: and the next morning her Grace of Bless-my-soul paid me a visit.
'Will you go to Almacks, pretty creature?' she said.
'Certainly'—said I. 'Nose and all?'—she asked.
'Positively'—I replied.
'Here then is a card'—she said—'shall I say you will be there?'
'Dear Duchess! with all my heart.'
'Pshaw! no—but with all your nose?'
'Every bit of it, my life,'—said I. So I gave it a pull or two, and found myself at Almacks. The rooms were crowded to suffocation.
'He is coming!'—said somebody on the stair case.