Tom. Three girls, Jerry!—Do you hear that?
Jerry. I’m up——
Trifle. I’m not equal to the fatigue of an introduction myself,—but my friend Green from the City here, will oblige me by taking the trouble off my hands.
Green. Vith the greatest of pleasure—the Honourable Miss Trifle—Mr. Corinthian.—The Honourable Miss S. Trifle.—Mr. Hawthorn.—the Honourable Miss J. Trifle—Doctor Logic.
Ceremony of introduction takes place.
Jerry. What divinities! but I say, Tom, this girl is as like my Sue, as—yet it can’t be.
Tom. And this one is as like my Kate as one pea is like another—I could have betted every rap—six quid to four——
Jerry. Lethe, Tom,—Lethe,—L-E-T-H-E. (Spelling it).
Tom. The retort courteous—I own it.
Green. Excuse my hinterfering, my dear fellows, but ve’re just going to make up a quod-reel, and vant you to join us.