the front door opened, and Verty made his appearance, joyful and
smiling.

In his hand Verty carried his old battered violin; at his heels
stalked the grave and dignified Longears.

"Good morning, Mr. Roundjacket," said Verty, smiling; "how do you do
to-day?"

"Moderate, moderate, young man," said the gentleman addressed; "you
seem, however, to be at the summit of human felicity."

"_Anan_?"

"Don't you know what _felicity_ means, you young savage?"

"No, sir."

"It means bliss."

Verty laughed.

"What is that?" he said.

Mr. Roundjacket flourished his ruler, indignantly.

"Astonishing how dull you are occasionally for such a bright fellow,"
he said; "but, after the fashion of all ignoramuses, and as you don't
know what that is, I declare you to be one after the old fashion. You
need illustration. Now, listen."