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  Host.

  That's a queer customer you've got upstairs!

  What the deuce is he?

  Hostess.

                       What is that to us?

  He always pays his way, and handsomely.

  I wish there were more like him.

  Host.

                       Has he been

  At home all day?

  Hostess.

                   He has not stirred a foot

  Across the threshold. That's his only fault—

  He's always in the way.

  Host.

                   What does he do?

  Hostess.

  Paces about the room, or sits at the window.

  I sometimes make an errand to the cupboard,

  To see what he's about: he looks annoyed,

  But does not speak a word.

  Host.

                                 He must be crazed,

  Or else in hiding for some scrape or other.

  Hostess.

  He has a wild look in his eye sometimes;

  But sure he would not sit so much in the dark,

  If he were mad, or anything on his conscience;

  And though he does not say much, when he speaks

  A civiller man ne'er came in woman's way.

  Host.

  Oh! he's all right, I warrant. Is the wine come?