“And when I sees ’im
My heart goes BOOM!...
And I topple over;
I topple over, over, over,
All for Love!”
“I dreamt last night my child was on the Halls.”
“There’s no doubt, she’d dearly like to be.”
“Her Father would never hear of it!”
“And when she sees me
O, when she sees me—
(The voice slightly false was Harold’s)
Her heart goes BOOM!...
And she topples over;
She topples over, over, over,
All for Love!”
“There; they’ve routed Sir Somebody....”
“And when anything vexes him,” Lady Something murmured, appraising the Ambassador’s approaching form with a glassy eye, “he always, you know, blames me!”
Shorn of the sombre, betailed attire, so indispensable for the town-duties of a functionary, Sir Somebody, while rusticating, usually wore a white-twill jacket, and black multi-pleated pantaloons; while for headgear, he would favour a Mexican sugar-loaf, or green-draped pugaree: “He looks half-Irish,” Lady Something would sometimes say.