'Tis the hour of douche. Richard, the attendant, will be there to give it me. Douche-ment, douche-ment. Gently does it! O Richard, O Mon Roy-at!... Au revoir!
Mrs. R. went to see the première of a new piece about which there had been considerable excitement in the theatrical world. "It was quite a novelty for me," said the good lady to a friend; "every literal person was there of any imminence, and my nephew, who is connected with papers himself, told me that the stalls were full of crickets. He pointed them all out to me. Most interesting."
"LE MONDE OÙ L'ON S'AMUSE."
Miss Ponsonby de Tomkyns (just out). "Oh, Papa! such an exquisite Concert it was at Lady Midas's! The Duchess was there, and the Mowbray-Mashams, and Lord and Lady Wrottenham, and Count Edelweiss, and Captain de Courcy, and Sir Mainwaring Carshalton and his Wife, and—in fact Everybody one cares to meet."
Mr. P. de T. "Indeed! And who Played and Sang?"
Miss P. de T. "Who Played and Sang? Well—a—a—really, do you know, I don't remember!"