Comediettas and Farces

by John Maddison Morton

MRS. T. (indignantly). What of that?

JOGTROT. I myself have loved, madam!

MRS. T. But perhaps the lady did not love you in return?

JOGTROT. She did, madam, intensely! and married her dancing-master!

MRS. T. (in a compassionate tone). Dear, dear! Of course you were inconsolable!

JOGTROT. No, madam, I went in for trigonometry, and that cured me! Why should your nephew not do the same?

MRS. T. Jack go in for trigonometry? ha! ha! Come, my dear doctor, you’ll explain the state of affairs to Mr. Chirper, won’t you? (coaxingly).

JOGTROT (very stiffly). Certainly not, madam!

MRS. T. (angrily). Then I will—and in the mean time I beg to assure you that I consider you a very uncivil, unamiable, and intensely disagreeable person!