'Upon your knees, my dear?' exclaimed Mr. Snitchey.

'Yes,' said Mrs. Snitchey, confidently, 'and you know it - to beware of that man - to observe his eye - and now to tell me whether I sometimes was right, and whether at that moment he really knew secrets which he didn't choose to tell.'

'Mrs. Snitchey,' returned her husband, inside her ear, 'Madam. Did you ever observe anything in MY eye?'

'No,' exclaimed Mrs. Snitchey, sharply. 'Don't flatter yourself.'