His Friend. If she was mine, I should put her in the hall, and have a gaslight fitted in the oyster-shell.
P. P. (thoughtfully). Not a bad idea. But electric light would be more suitable, and easier to fix too. Yes—we'll see.
The Obl. Broker (pursuing the Am. Spect.). I 'ope, Sir, you'll remember me, next time you're this way.
The Am. Spect. (who has only ransomed himself by taking over an odd lot, consisting of imitation marble fruit, a model, under crystal, of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and three busts of Italian celebrities of whom he has never heard). I'm afraid I sh'an't have very much chance of forgetting you. Good afternoon!
[Exit hurriedly, dropping the fruit, as Scene closes.
At the Guelph Exhibition.
IN THE CENTRAL HALL.
A Thrifty Visitor (on entering). Catalogue? No. What's the use of a Catalogue? Miserable thing, the size of a tract, that tells you nothing you don't know!
His Wife (indicating a pile of Catalogues on table). Aren't these big enough for you?