Constance.—"Not lift up this last fold of the chair, so your foot won't rest so heavily on the floor?"
General Wyatt.—"Was it resting heavily? I hadn't noticed. Yes, it was; how you see everything, my dear! Yes"— Constance stoops to put up the chair to its last extension, and Bartlett runs forward to anticipate her.
Bartlett.—"Miss Wyatt, let me do that!"
Constance.—"No, no! No one must touch papa but me. There, is that right, papa?"
General Wyatt.—"Exactly. That makes me pluperfectly comfortable. I haven't a wish in the world, and all I ask now is to"—
Constance.—"Get at your newspapers? Let me take off the wrappers for you."
General Wyatt.—"Not on any account." He gently withdraws from her the newspaper she has taken up. "That is truly a kindness that kills. Open my papers for me? I'd as lief you'd put on my hat for me, my dear."
Bartlett.—"That is the one thing that can't be done for any man!"
Constance.—"Why not? A woman can put on another woman's bonnet for her."
General Wyatt.—"Ah, that's a different thing. A man doesn't wear his hat for looks."