"So do we mean real donkeys," they sighed.
"And there are the races—and—well, if you will come I am certain there are several new attractions. Let me take you, Lady Harriet, and I promise to make you forget your ennui for once. Cock-fights and——"
"Donkeys," she sighed, rising. "Very well, one might as well die of donkeys and cock-fights as of nothing at all. It is too hot, open the window——"
"I fly."
"Oh, heavens! now it is too cold—shut it——"
"I fly," the unhappy Sir Tristram replied.
"Give me my fan——"
"I fly." He flies.
"O lord, I don't want it——"
"I fl—oh!" he sighed and sank into a chair, exhausted.