“Well, Mr. Wegg,” said Venus, smiling in a sprightly manner, “I suspect you could hardly guess what I am going to do next.”

“I don’t want to guess,” retorted Wegg. “All I’ve got to say is, that it’s well for you that the diwision of labour has been what it has been. It’s well for you to have had so light a part in this business, when mine has been so heavy. You haven’t had your rest broke, I’ll be bound.”

“Not at all, sir,” said Venus. “Never rested so well in all my life, I thank you.”

“Ah!” grumbled Wegg, “you should have been me. If you had been me, and had been fretted out of your bed, and your sleep, and your meals, and your mind, for a stretch of months together, you’d have been out of condition and out of sorts.”