had caught his attention. "Will they let it set down Mr. Maynard at the inn where he tells me he was to sleep?"
"Oh, certainly," replied the actress, "provided he will promise not to die on the way."
"Madam!" exclaimed Sir George, almost breathless with anger, "I insist upon knowing the cause of your extraordinary conduct!"
"Extraordinary, do you call it?" returned she, with a look of comic surprise: "there is nothing extraordinary in any one's getting tired of you; and I am very tired indeed."
"Impertinent fool!" muttered Kingston, between his clenched teeth, feeling the more enraged because he saw Shelburne could scarcely repress his laughing.
"Lord, Sir George!" continued she, taking an air of arch simplicity, and looking very pretty, "one would think no one had ever tired of you before; and yet you must have found it a very common occurrence. You are neither amusing nor interesting: how can you wonder that women find you very tiresome?"
