Art Patron (who has heard something about a Modern Movement). "Now you're not going to tell me that's a valuable bit of work? Why, hang it all, I can recognise the place."
PEACE WITH HONOUR.
This is the story of Mr. Holmes, the Curate, and of how he brought peace to our troubled house. The principal characters are John, my brother-in-law, and Margery, my unmarried sister, and, at the bottom of the programme, in large letters, Mr. Holmes, the Curate. I have a small walking-on part. The story will now commence.
John and Margery went out for a walk in the beautiful Spring sunshine as friendly as friendly. They came back three hours later—well, Cecilia (his wife) and I heard them at least two villages away.
They both rushed into the room covered with mud and shouting at the tops of their voices.
"Cecilia," roared John, "order this girl out of my house. She shan't stay under my roof another hour."
"Cecilia," shrieked Margery, "he's an obstinate ignorant wretch, and thank Heaven he isn't my husband."