“And, after all,” thought he, “I’m only where I was when she comes back; at least, if that foolish fellow goes on with his imaginating fancy. She’ll have to come back some time; and, if he chooses to imagine himself constant, there’s still the devil to pay.” Presently he began to hum the air out of the “Beggars’ Opera”—

“I wonder any man alive
Should ever rear a daughter!”