“Of your questions, bold youth,” Lady Florence replied,
“I hoped I had heard quite the last;
I thought of my figure whatever I did,
And my corsets must vouch for the past!”
“But the truth, Lady Florence,” the young man cried,
“Credulity’s passing away;
You are cheerful, while Leaguers are bent on your death—
Oh, tell me the secret, I pray!”
“I am cheerful, young man,” Lady Florence replied,
“For my case doth both houses engage;