He. Fat, plain and forty! Shall I risk the match?
She. Is that a tinge of red about my nose?
He. Does the grey show—unless one looks too close?
She. Could I get on those "sixes" at a pinch?
He. Must I allow the vest another inch?
She. Did Lady Linda mean that as a snub?
He. Will they blackball me at the Buffers' Club?
She. Is the dear fellow right about confession?
He. How stands my chance if they dissolve this session.
AT FIFTY.