"That shows," remarked Gerald sweetly, "how much you know. The melancholy Mabel will await the tryst without success, as far as this one is concerned." 'Fish, fish, other fish other fish I fry!'" he warbled to the tune of 'Cherry Ripe' , till Kathleen could have pinched him.
Jimmy turned coldly away, remarking, "When you've quite done."
But Gerald went on singing
"Where the lips of Johnson smile,
There's the land of Cherry Isle.
Other fish, other fish, Fish I fry.
Stately Johnson, come and buy!"
"How can you," asked Kathleen, "be so aggravating?"
"I don't know," said Gerald, returning to prose.
"Want of sleep or intoxication of success, I mean. Come where no one can hear us.