Algy (suddenly taking the change out of his pocket and examining it). “I say, old man, what do you think? I gave our cabby a sovereign and a sixpence for bringing us here from the club!”
Freddie. “My dear f’lla, you’re always overdoin’ it. A sovereign would have been ample!”
Making Conversation.—He. “I suppose you have been everywhere during the season?”
She. “No season. Nothing to read. Nothing to see.”
He. “Then there is nothing to talk about?”
She. “No, nothing. Can’t you suggest a novelty?”
He (brightening up). “Yes—the weather.”