“And yet so like?”
“Yes, so like. What are you laughing about?”
There was no answer, and no sound of any kind. The Count was laughing in his smooth silent internal way.
“What are you laughing about?” reiterated Sir Percival.
“Perhaps at my own fancies, my good friend. Allow me my Italian humour—do I not come of the illustrious nation which invented the exhibition of Punch? Well, well, well, I shall know Anne
“And yet so like?”
“Yes, so like. What are you laughing about?”
There was no answer, and no sound of any kind. The Count was laughing in his smooth silent internal way.
“What are you laughing about?” reiterated Sir Percival.
“Perhaps at my own fancies, my good friend. Allow me my Italian humour—do I not come of the illustrious nation which invented the exhibition of Punch? Well, well, well, I shall know Anne
