"The ass will agree with the sage only in the millennium," said Rattenden.

But Zora was not satisfied with the professional philosopher's presentation
of the affair. She sought Wiggleswick, whom she found before a blazing fire
in the sitting-room, his feet on the mantelpiece, smoking a Havana cigar.
On her approach he wriggled to attention, and extinguishing the cigar by
means of saliva and a horny thumb and forefinger, put the stump into his
pocket.

"Good morning, Wiggleswick," said Zora cheerfully.

"Good morning, ma'am," said Wiggleswick.

"You seem to be having a good time."

Wiggleswick gave her to understand that, thanks to his master's angelic
disposition and his own worthiness, he always had a good time.

"Now that he's married there will have to be a few changes in household
arrangements," said Zora.

"What changes?"

"There will be a cook and parlor maid and regular hours, and a mistress to
look after things."

Wiggleswick put his cunning gray head on one side.

"I'm sure they'll make me very comfortable, ma'am. If they do the work, I