But Zora was not satisfied with the professional philosopher's presentation of the affair. She sought Wiggleswick, whom she found before a blazing fire in the sitting-room, his feet on the mantelpiece, smoking a Havana cigar. On her approach he wriggled to attention, and extinguishing the cigar by means of saliva and a horny thumb and forefinger, put the stump into his pocket.
"Good morning, Wiggleswick," said Zora cheerfully.
"Good morning, ma'am," said Wiggleswick.
"You seem to be having a good time."
Wiggleswick gave her to understand that, thanks to his master's angelic disposition and his own worthiness, he always had a good time.
"Now that he's married there will have to be a few changes in household arrangements," said Zora.
"What changes?"
"There will be a cook and parlor maid and regular hours, and a mistress to look after things."
Wiggleswick put his cunning gray head on one side.
"I'm sure they'll make me very comfortable, ma'am. If they do the work, I won't raise no manner of objection."