From a short story:—
"Unconscious of the waiter at her elbow with pad and pencil poised for her order, unconscious also of her husband, now her happy tête-à-tête, she spoke aloud: 'One never knows!'"—Monthly Magazine.
How they must have enjoyed their cosy vis-à-vis.
BIRD CALLS.
II.
I would not be the tomtit's mate,
For, even if I were not late,
It seems as though he'd gird at me,
Saying, "Quick, quick," eternally.