OFF!
Mature Damsel (as they pass the Conservatory). "Dear me! What a delicious smell of"—(archly)—"Orange-blossoms!"
Little Mr. Tipkins (alarmed). "Oh, no—really—I assure you, nothing of the sort!"
[Bolts.
DELIGHTFUL DISCOVERIE.
(A Dialogue at the Service of the "I. G. C.")
Visitor. As I am a stranger in London, can you please tell me how to get to Holly Lodge?
Native. Make for Holloway, and you will get into its neighbourhood.
Visitor. Thanks, very much; and where is the Institute of the Painters in Water Colours?