Mrs. St. Patticker. Oh, I've quite lost sight of her lately—you see she's so perfectly happy now, that she's ceased to be in the least interesting!
Mrs. Hussiffe (to Mr. De Mure). Perhaps you can tell me of a good coal merchant? The people who supply me now are perfect fiends, and I really must go somewhere else.
Mr. de Mure. Then I'm afraid you must be rather difficult to please.
Mr. Tablett has been introduced to Mrs. Maynard Gery—with the following result.
Mrs. M. G. (enthusiastically). I'm so delighted to make your acquaintance. When my brother-in-law told me who you were, I positively very nearly shrieked. I am such an admirer of your—(thinks she won't commit herself to the whole title—and so compounds)—your delightful Sabrina!
Mr. T. Most gratified to hear it, I'm sure. I'm told there's a growing demand for it.
Mrs. M. G. Such a hopeful sign—when one was beginning quite to despair of the public taste!
Mr. T. Well, I've always said—So long as you give the Public a really first-rate article, and are prepared to spend any amount of money on pushing it, you know, you're sure to see a handsome return for your outlay—in the long run. And of course you must get it carefully analysed by competent judges—
Mrs. M. G. Ah, but you can feel independent of criticism now, can't you?
Mr. T. Oh, I defy any one to find anything unwholesome in it—it's as suitable for the most delicate child as it is for adults—nothing to irritate the most sensitive—