Miss V. “Oh, yes! how nice.”
Ips. (rhetorically). “A. B. C. D. E. F. G. H. I. J. K. L. M. N. O. P. Q. R. S. T. U. V. W. X. Y. Z. Y. X. W. V. U. T. S. O. N. M. L. K. J. I. H. G. F. A. M. little p. little t.”
Lady Bar. “Beautiful! Superb! Ipsden has been taking lessons on the thinking instrument.”
Hither. “He has been perdu among vulgar people.”
Tal. “And expects a pupil of Herz to play him tunes!”
Lady Bar. “What are tunes, Sir Henry?”
Tal. “Something I don't play, Lady Barbara.”
Lady Bar. “I understand you; something we ought to like.”
Ips. “I have a Stradivarius violin at home. It is yours, Talbot, if you can define a tune.”
Tal. “A tune is—everybody knows what.”