Should he permit such remarks from the crowd?

Can it be their part? Can it be his part?

They the mean snobs! he the noble and proud!

[pg 48]

No shooting to-day of partridge or snipe;

It has steadily rained since morning broke,

In dancing spirits I kindle his pipe

(I am learning to like the smell of smoke!)

He has given up such a deal for me!

He likes to give up his bachelor way;

He says it is charming not to be free,

So he only smokes one pipe in the day.

Together we sit in his little room,

Which is fitted up like a dainty toy;

And if without there is darkness and gloom,

Within there is plenty of light and joy.

[pg 49]

'Tell me of all you have done, if you can,'

I cry, as the pretty smoke lightly curls;

'I want to hear of the life of a man

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