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Praxinoa at home?

Dear Gorgo! at last! she is at home. I quite thought you’d forgotten me. (to the maid) Here, Eunoa, a chair for the lady, and a cushion in it.

No, thank you, really.

Do sit down.

O what a silly I was to come! What with the crush and the horses, Praxinoa, I’ve scarcely got here alive. It’s all big boots and people in uniform. And the street was never-ending, and you can’t think how far your house is along it.

That’s my lunatic; came and took one at the end of the world, and more an animal’s den, too, than a place for a human being to live in, just to prevent you and me being neighbours, out of sheer spite, the jealous old wretch! He’s always the same. Rh