A Yorkshireman recently entered an auction mart. Looking around and catching the auctioneer’s eye during a lull in the bidding, he shouted loudly enough to be heard by all: May I bid, sir?
Certainly, said the man of the hammer, thinking him a customer.
All eyes being turned on the questioner, he, making for the door, said:
Well, I’ll bid you good-night, then.
The laughter which followed stopped business for some time.
In the sweet silence of the twilight they honey-spooned upon the beach.
Dearest, she murmured, trembling, now that we are married, I—I have a secret to tell you!
What is it sweetheart? he asked softly.