_She._ “Oh, yes--I haven’t had a dull moment since I saw you last!”] * * * * * [Illustration: VI _Fair Hostess._ “Good-night, Major Jones; we’re supposed to breakfast at nine; but we’re not very punctual people. Indeed, the later you appear to-morrow morning, the better pleased we shall all be!”] * * * * * [Illustration: VII _The Professor_ (_to Hostess_). “Thank you so much for a most delightful evening! I shall indeed go to bed with pleasant recollections,--and _you_ will be the very _last_ person I shall think of!”] * * * * * [Illustration: VIII _Elderly Party_ (_who fancies herself young_). “Ah, Mildred, you and I must one day lose our youth and beauty!” _Mildred._ “Oh, you mustn’t be down-hearted. _You_ have _worn_ so wonderfully well!”] * * * * * [Illustration: IX _Captain Sawney_ (_at a Mi-Carême fancy dress ball, perfectly satisfied that he is saying a happy thing and paying a very great compliment_). “Well, you do look delightful! Fascinating! Too charming for words! What an awful pity it is you are not always like that!”] * * * * * [Illustration: X _Jones_ (_nervously conscious that he is interrupting a pleasant tête-à-tête_). “A--I’m sorry to say I’ve been told to take you in to supper, Miss Belsize!”] * * * * * [Illustration: XI _Hostess._ “This is good of you, Major Grey! When I wrote I never expected for a _moment_ that you would come.”] * * * * * [Illustration: XII _Old Aunt_ (_despondently_). “Well, I shall not be a nuisance to you much longer.” _Nephew_ (_reassuringly_). “Don’t talk like that, aunt. You know you will!”] * * * * * [Illustration: XIII “Well, good-bye, Mr. Green. It was so nice of you to come. It does father such a lot of good to have someone to talk to.” “I was delighted to come, Miss Brown, but I’m afraid I’m not much of a conversationalist.” “My dear Mr. Green, don’t let that trouble you. Father’s ideal _listener_ is an _absolute idiot_, with no conversation _whatever_, and I know he has enjoyed himself tremendously to-night!”] * * * * * THE SOCIETY VOICE [A contemporary complains that most people in Society consider it necessary to address one another in shrill, high-pitched voices.] You’re pretty, Miss Kitty, and dainty and slim, And graceful indeed is your mien; Your eyes are as bright and your ankle as trim As any the writer has seen. Your curly brown locks, which invite a caress, Would make any artist rejoice; But you’ve one little fault, even I must confess, And that’s your Society voice.