Not so bad for a very dull young man. We only hope the young fellow won’t get out of his depth, that’s all.
“Oh, Homburg is the greatest bore of all.” The seventh unmarried daughter suspended the story of her sorrows to train a gaze of twenty-four candle-power upon the heir.
“I shall never forget your Cinderella—and such a cold as you had! But it seems to be better now.”
“The best way with a cold is to pretend you haven’t got it.”
“And I shall always remember the way you sang ‘Arcadee,’ and ‘Nelson and his Gentlemen in Blue.’ We were in a box, you know, second tier on the left, my friend Clapham and his five kids—lost their mother last year—and their nannas. They simply howled with joy. That little Marge is a nailer. I should like you to see her, Miss Caspar, and when she grows up she’ll be just like you.”
Miss Insolence opposite rose in the majesty of black velvet and white ermine.
“Goo’-by.”
Arminius received a fin at an angle of sixty-five degrees.
“Jane.”
Cousin Jane was so glad to have met Miss Caspar, and before she returned to Cumberland she hoped to have the pleasure of seeing her play Cinderella.