"Do not I look as if I had been crying?
Quite the contrary, I assure you.

But Musgrave and I have been asking each other such amusing riddles--would you like to hear them?
_Mine_ is good, plain, vulgar English, but his is French, so we will begin with _it_--'_Mon premier_--'" I stop suddenly, for Mr.Musgrave is looking at me with an expression simply _murderous_.
"Well, what are you stopping for?
I am on the horns of expectation--'_Mon premier_--'" "After all, it is not so funny as I thought," I answer, brusquely.

"I think we will keep it for some wet Sunday afternoon, when we are short of something to do.".