| "For that coat of |
| Him we wrote of |
| Will be in your parlour soon, |
| And be reigning |
| When you're waning, |
| And we whisper hornèd M**n." |
"Ha, ha," said Tarry, "low, d——d low! But 'sblood, the fellow has humour."
"Humour," said the Justice, "you call this obscene doggerel, humour?"
"In parts, sir, in parts."
"I call it melancholy and libidinous."
Mrs. Courteen was seated at her window disconsolately regarding the rain.
"Gemini, child!" she exclaimed. "What can be the matter with Mr. Moon and the Major that they gesticulate so wildly."
"They're reading books, ma'am," Betty announced.
"Reading book, but they are standing at the street corner like Methodies!"
"They'm beänt gone sick mad for love of 'ee, do 'ee think, Ma'am?"