Bob— It is His métier!
Sibyl—Don’t be outrageous, or I’ll run away.
Bob—Ah, no; don’t go. I will be good, I swear!
’Twas a quotation, Heine, or Voltaire,
Or some fool cynic fellow. By the way,
If you have nothing on, what do you say
To breakfasting with Peg and me at noon
At the Casino?
Sibyl— Well, that’s rather soon;
I can’t be ready for an hour or more.