Get some snug bachelor retreat like this, and be happy with your pipe.

Imitate me, in dressing-gown and slippers.

So shall you be happy!" Roundjacket chuckled again, and contemplated the cornice.
At the same moment a carriage was heard to stop before the door, and the poet's eyes descended.
"I wonder who comes to see me," he said, "really now, in a chariot." Verty, from his position, could see through the window.
"Why, it's the Apple Orchard chariot!" he said, "and there is Miss Lavinia!" At this announcement, Mr.Roundjacket's face assumed an expression of dastardly guilt, and he avoided Verty's eye.
"Lavinia!" he murmured.
At the same moment a diminutive footman gave a rousing stroke with the knocker, and delivered into the hands of the old woman, who opened the door, a glass dish of delicacies such as are affected by sick persons.
With this came a message from the lady in the carriage, to the effect, that her respects were presented to Mr.Roundjacket, whose sickness she had heard of.

Would he like the jelly ?--she was passing--would be every day.

Please to send word if he was better.
While this message was being delivered, Roundjacket resembled an individual caught in the act of felonious appropriation of his neighbors' ewes.