"Ah," said the Grand Duke, "if you had, I'd have come and wrung your neck like a chicken, and scattered you to the four corners of this dressing-room." "I'm glad I didn't," said Clarence. "Have you read this paper on the looking-glass?" "I have not read that paper on the looking-glass," replied Clarence, whose chief fault as a conversationalist was that he was perhaps a shade too Ollendorfian.
"Marietta," he observed, that evening, as he dined, "I would have you to know that the Aco is bridged. Hence, there is one symbol the fewer in Lombardy. But why does you mustn't mind the Ollendorfian form of my enquiry why does the chaplain of the Duchessa wear red stockings?" "The chaplain of the Duchessa ?" repeated Marietta, wrinkling up her brow. "Ang of the Duchessa di Santangiolo.