Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 102, January 9, 1892 by Various
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_Culch._ Quite so. Only, you see, we _used_ to be good friends at Constance, and--er--until recently-- _Bob_. Used we? Of course, if you say so, it's all right. But what are you driving at exactly? _Culch._ All I am driving at is this: Couldn't we two--er--agree to effect a reconciliation between the two ladies? So much pleasanter for--er--all parties! _Bob_. I daresay. But how are you going to set about it? _I_ can't begin. _Culch._ Couldn't you induce your sister to lay aside her--er--prejudice against me? Then _I_ could easily-- _Bob_. Very likely--but I _couldn't_. I never interfere in my sister's affairs, and, to tell you the honest truth, I don't feel particularly inclined to make a beginning on your account. [_Strolls away._ _Culch._ (_to himself_). What a surly boor it is! But I don't care--I'll do him a good turn, in spite of himself! (_Miss T. returns_.) Do you know, I've just been having a chat with poor young PRENDERGAST. He seems quite cut up at being forced to side with his sister. I undertook to--er--intercede for him. Now is it quite fair, or like your--er--usual good-nature, to visit his sister's offences--whatever they are--on him? I--I only put it to you. _Miss T._ Well, to think now! I guess you're about the most unselfish |
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