Hostess. “I’ve got such a cold to-day. I feel quite stupid!”
Prize Idiot (calling). “I’ve got a bad cold too; but I don’t feel particularly stupid!”
Hostess. “Ah, I see you’re not quite yourself!”
“FLATTERING UNCTION”
Mrs. Noovoriche. “Yes, my dears, I gave a hundred guineas for this gown! Pretty figure, isn’t it?”—Chorus (after due inspection). “Simply awful!”