Yet I shall see her (sweet conceit) in fancy
At Mrs. A.'s At Home.
"Thankee, my lord!"—he's earned that extra shilling,
We've come along, the horse is flecked with foam—
Slowly upstairs I go, the rooms are filling
At Mrs. A.'s At Home.
Then—why, good heavens! No! It isn't fancy!—
"Can it be you? I heard you were in Rome.
Just fancy meeting you"—the real Nancy!—
"At Mrs. A.'s At Home!"