"I AM in a state of suspense," said a Clergyman. "I am sorry to hear it," replied his friend. "Why are you suspended?"
PROPER PRIDE.
He. "Wasn't that the Countess of Mohair that just went by? I thought you told me she was a friend of yours!"
She. "Oh, we meet occasionally, and all that,—but I've really been obliged to drop Lady Mohair, I'm sorry to say!"
He. "Dear me,—really! What for?"
She. "Oh, well,—she always deliberately turns her Back on me when I try to speak to her, and looks another way when I bow, or else coolly stares me in the Face and takes no notice whatever,—so now I make a point of Cutting her Dead!"