Punch, Or The London Charivari, Volume 102, March 26, 1892 by Various
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_He._ You have no better excuse ready. Quite. _She._ How rude you are! You know I didn't quite mean that. _He._ No, not quite. Quite. _She._ By the way, do you know what time it is? _He._ Well, from the rooms getting less crowded, I fancy it must be the supper hour. May I not take you down? _She._ You are most kind! But do you know the way? _He._ I think so. You see, I have learned the geography of the place fairly well. _She._ How fortunate! But if I accept your kindness, I think I should have the honour of knowing your name. _He._ Certainly; my name is SMITH. _She._ Any relation of the people who are giving the dance? _He._ Well, yes. I am giving the dance myself--or rather, my wife is. _She._ Oh, this is quite too delightful! For now you can tell me what to avoid. _He._ Certainly; and I have the pleasure of speaking to--? |
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