Not Very Flattering.
"Mighty fine woman I saw you lifting your hat to back there, old boy."
"Yes, rather."
"Some mash of yours?"
"Yes."
"Couldn't introduce a fellow, eh?"
"Might, if you'll come up to the house some evening."
"Oh! your wife?"
"Yes."
"Pshaw! I supposed it was your cook."
—Detroit Free Press.