“The stylish suits of cloth I’ll make
The eye of taste will surely take;
And swain, intent on wedding tour,
Will ask, ‘Qui est votre tailleur?’”
MRS. THOMPKINS AND MR. HOPKINS.
1. “Oh, here is lit-tle Mrs. Thompkins, In such a frill, in such a
frill!” “Oh, bless me if it isn’t Hopkins, All dressed to kill, all dressed to kill!”
2. “Good morning to you, Mrs. Thompkins, Pray how d’you do? pray how d’you
do?” “Oh, none the better, Mr. Hopkins, for see-ing you, for seeing you.”
3. “That sil-ly, sil-ly Mrs. Thompkins, I’m sorry for her, I’m sorry
for her!” “That horrid, horrid Mr. Hopkins, He’s my bête noir, he’s my bête noir!”