"Young woman, you're a shameless flirt!" accused the invisible one
in stern tones.

"If I am, it isn't going to hurt you. Besides, I'm not. And,
anyway, who are you to judge me? You're not here as a judge;
you're an augur. Now, go on and aug."

"Aug?" repeated the other hesitantly.

"Certainly. Do an augury. Tell me which."

"Oh! As for that, it's easy. None."

"Why not?"

"Because I much prefer to think of you, when you are gone, as
unmarried. It's more in character with your voice."

"Well, of all the selfish pigs! Condemned to be an old maid, in
order not to spoil an ideal! Perhaps you'd like to enter the lists
yourself," she taunted.

"Good Heavens, no!" he cried in the most unflattering alarm. "It
isn't in my line--I mean I haven't time for that sort of thing.
I'm a very busy man."

"You look it! Or you did look it, scrambling about like a doodle
bug after your absurd spectacles."