Mr. Punch and Mr. J. L. Toole discovered smoking a last cigar.
Mr. P. And so, my dear Johnnie, you are leaving us at once?
Mr. J. L. T. Yes, Sir, but I hope soon to be back again. I am looking forward to the voyage as an excellent digestive to all the luncheons, dinners, and suppers I have been taking for the last five or six weeks.
Mr. P. I have no doubt they have been a little trying—eh, Johnnie?
Mr. J. L. T. And yet, as I have observed in the Upper Crust, "they were very welcome." But, Sir, how did I get through my oratory? Did you notice my speeches at the Garrick and the Savage? Which did you prefer?
Mr. P. I heard the first, and read a report of the second, and can conscientiously declare they were equally good.
Mr. J. L. T. I am glad to hear you say so, Sir. I confess I didn't think there was much to choose between them. And now (with deep emotion), will you excuse my glove?
Mr. P. No; I won't say good-bye; for wherever you may roam, my dear Johnnie, you will have this consolation—you will find me there before you!
