Note 88 — Part III. (continued 2)

"So! this is my philosopher, who went

Yesterday picking sticks, and now! ... But patience!...

I wished to stay with her, for I adore her;

And stay with her I shall. We must contrive

To hold our tongue; and yet this may not be.

I vow I scarcely knew her! What grand airs!

Some devil must have daubed her o'er with gold.

'Twould vex me sorely if the little hussy ...

Some rich milord perhaps.... Well, I'll know all."

[Exit.