The man who takes the money for my shillingsworth of pit
Has an aggravating habit of alluding to the weather;
And I never fail to notice, from the corner where I sit,
That the feminine attendants take to whispering together.
The fiddlers in the orchestra do very much the same;
For they know that I m the worshipper of Little What's-her-
name.
I met her, quite promiscuous, a week or two ago;
To see her was to recognise—young Love's a pretty tutor—
She was affably conversing with a man I didn't know;