“But,” said Wegg, possibly with some slight perception to the foregoing effect, “your speaking countenance remarks, Mr. Venus, that I’m duller and savager than usual. Perhaps I have allowed myself to brood too much. Begone, dull care! ’Tis gone, sir. I’ve looked in upon you, and empire resumes her sway. For, as the song says⁠—subject to your correction, sir⁠—