"But, good heavens, man," I cried, "that's not the card I gave you."
"I know it isn't," said he; "but it's the one I showed to Amelie."
"How on earth," I asked, "did you come by the Duke of Wiltshire's
visiting-card?"
He looked at me roguishly.
"I am--what do you call it?--a--a 'snapper up of unconsidered trifles.'
You see I know my Shakespeare. I read 'The Winter's Tale' with some
French pupils to whom I was teaching English. I love Autolycus. _C'est
un peu moi, hein?_ Anyhow, I showed the Duke's card to Amelie."