Chapter 12

_Host_. That's a queer customer you've got upstairs! What the deuce is he?

_Hostess_. What is that to us? He always pays his way, and handsomely. I wish there were more like him.

_Host_. Has he been At home all day?

_Hostess_. He has not stirred a foot Across the threshold. That's his only fault-- He's always in the way.

_Host_. What does he do?

_Hostess_. Paces about the room, or sits at the window. I sometimes make an errand to the cupboard, To see what he's about: he looks annoyed, But does not speak a word. _Host_. He must be crazed, Or else in hiding for some scrape or other.

_Hostess_. He has a wild look in his eye sometimes; But sure he would not sit so much in the dark, If he were mad, or anything on his conscience; And though he does not say much, when he speaks A civiller man ne'er came in woman's way.

_Host_. Oh! he's all right, I warrant. Is the wine come?