She. Yes, they have quite gone.
He (sighing heavily). Dear, dear, dear, dear! May I have some tea-cake?
She. Oh do! but I'm afraid they're cold.
He. I like them cold. I think they are so much cooler then.
She. They are a shade less warm.
[There was a short interval here when the supporters of each party gathered round and gave advice and encouragement. The lady seemed as fresh as a fiddle, but the man was very exhausted and had to have a spirituous stimulant. After a quarter-of-an-hour's interval the game was resumed.]
She. Look at the fashionable ladies and their dogs! The sums they lavish on them!
He. Oh, it's disgraceful. The Government ought to do something.
She. I call it wicked.
He (much struck with this). You are quite right.