Mr. Slowman Sopht. "Oh come, I say, Miss Mawy, you on Foot? Why, if Hounds run, a Fellah'll never see you again all day!"
Miss Mary. "Dear, dear, how trying it is! Because, you know, when I ride and Hounds run, I never seem to see You again all day!"
AWFUL REVELATIONS!
[Mr. Leslie Stephen, speaking at Toynbee Hall the other day, stated that the members of the Athenæum had deserted the classics for the pages of Punch and the latest French novel.]
Scene—The Library of a well-known Club, where are discovered a few Bishops, Judges, M.P.'s, and other persons "distinguished in literature or art."
Academician (chuckling over Marcel Prévost's latest audacity, to M.P., who is puzzling out the "Journal du prince" in Daudet's "La Petite Paroisse"). I say, old man, lend me your pocket dictionary for a moment, will you?
M.P. Certainly; only it doesn't give half the words. (Sighs, aside.) Why didn't I learn more French at Eton! These mœurs conjugales beat me every now and then at the most interesting point!
A Professor of Metaphysics (who has concealed J. H. Rosny's "Renouveau" behind a file of the "Times," and is sitting on Lavedan's "Les Marionettes," to himself). I really cannot go home till I have cleared up the relations between Chagny and Madame d'Argonne!
A Judge (caught reading "Le Mariage de Chiffon" by a Bishop, apologetically). Ah, I find my French gets rusty without systematic daily practice. Why, would you believe it, I found yesterday I had forgotten what en goguettes meant!