JONES. Oh! did you though, indeed?
And how was SMITH?
Brown. Why, he seemed pretty well [Another long pause; at the end of which both appear as if they were going to speak to each other.
JONES. I beg your pardon.
SMITH. You were going to speak?
JONES. Oh! nothing. I was only going to say—
Good morning.
SMITH. Oh! and so was I. Good-day.
[Both shake hands, and are going off in opposite directions,
when Smith turns round. Jones turning round at the same
time they both return and look at each other.
JONES. I thought you wished to speak, by looking back.
BROWN. Oh no. I thought the same.
BOTH TOGETHER. Good-by! Good-by! [Exeunt finally; and the conversation and the curtain drop together.
PROCLIVIOR.
(A slight Variation on LONGFELLOW'S "EXCELSIOR.")
PUNCH.