"Hold up, old chap, you're a-a-a—would you mind telling me what your name is?"
Here the clock in St. Paul's struck two.
"My name—is St. Paul."
"Good enough, Miss Saint 'All. Much obliged to you for bring—me——"
"Never mind, good-night."
"Hey! Hi! (Tries to whistle). Mister Saint 'All—Miss Saint P-all, co-co-come here, I want to ask (hic) you something."
"What!"
"Old f-f-friend, I d-d-d-d-didn't mean that, Misser Saint Faull,—I just want to ask you a persh-pershonal question, Mis-Mis——"
"Well, what is it?"