She. Will Flora hook the wealthy cotton-spinner?
He. Must I drop drinking port wine after dinner?
She. Not meet! Great Heavens! Am I getting stout?
He. By Jingo, was that twinge a touch of gout?
She. Did he mean anything by that warm glance?
He. Shall I have "go" to get through this round dance?
She. Will it be Brighton or the Continent?
He. My dear, can that last cheque be wholly spent?
