First Censor (indignantly). I should think so—Scandalous!
Mr. W. "Malediction I muttered upon it,
One glimpse of her face I desired."
The Chairman. I think my colleague's exception is perhaps just a leetle far-fetched. At all events, if we substitute for the last couplet,
"Her dress is sufficient—though on it
She only spends what is strictly required."
Eh, Mr. Wheedler? Then we work in a moral as well, you see, and avoid malediction, which can only mean bad language.
Mr. W. (doubtfully). With all respect, I submit that it doesn't scan quite so well——
The Chairman (sharply). I venture to think scansion may be sacrificed to propriety, occasionally, Mr. Wheedler—but pray go on.
Mr. W. (continuing).