AT TWENTY.
She. Will Papa think dear Percy's "screw" too small?
He. Does this moustache mean to come on at all?
She. Was it my eyes with which he seemed so struck?
He. Is it a "pass," I wonder, or a "pluck"?
She. I wonder whether He will "pop" tonight?
He. I wonder whether She will answer right?
AT TWENTY-FIVE.
She. Shall I, oh shall I, have a chance this season?