“My dear, I am only a theatrical gentleman, but very fond of the fair sex.”
“Do you think, my cherub, that you will be able to keep us when we are wed?”
“Yes, my dear, for I will feed you on oysters, beef-steaks, and all such fattening and strengthening things as are necessary for our conjugal happiness and comfort.”
“But, Sir, can I really depend upon you?”
“Yes, my dear, shall we name the day for our marriage?”
“Suppose we say, my love, the day after to-morrow.”
“Agreed; until that, adieu.”
On the morning appointed for the wedding, the young woman received the following epistle:—
“My Dearest Fanny.—I have thought on your proposal since last we met, but from circumstances that have transpired, I beg leave to postpone our marriage to a future day. I thought on our conversation and your delightful company ever since, and have enclosed a copy for your perusal.