"
"'Strict supervision and play them off one against the other. That, Mrs.
Hauksbee, is the secret of our Government.' And I dare say if we could get to
The Mussuck's heart, we should find that he considers himself a man of the
world."
"As he is of the other two things. I like The Mussuck, and I won't have you
call him names. He amuses me."
"He has reformed you, too, by what appears. Explain the interval of sanity,
and hit Tim on the nose with the paper-cutter, please. That dog is too fond of
sugar. Do you take milk in yours?"
"No, thanks. Polly, I'm wearied of this life. It's hollow."
"Turn religious, then. I always said that Rome would be your fate."
"Only exchanging half a dozen attaches in red for one and in black, and if I
fasted, the wrinkles would come, and never, never go. Has it ever struck you,
dear, that I'm getting old?"
"Thanks for your courtesy. I'll return it. Ye-es we are both not exactly--how
shall I put it?"
"What we have been. 'I feel it in my bones,' as Mrs. Crossley says. Polly,
I've wasted my life."
"As how?"
"Never mind how. I feel it. I want to be a Power before I die."
"Be a Power then. You've wits enough for anything--and beauty?"
Mrs. Hauksbee pointed a teaspoon straight at her hostess.
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