_Mr. Forr._ (_to himself_). It _would_ have been jolly; but, half-a-crown, when I can't even run to a _catalogue!_ No! (_Aloud._) It--it's getting so dark--can't do 'em justice by artificial light, do you think? And--well, to tell you the honest truth, CAMILLE, after the Old Masters, you know--I--I don't feel--and I _have_ seen them, you know! _Miss C. L._ (_pouting_). I thought you might have cared to see them again--with Me--but it doesn't in the least matter ... FRED, I don't care about this cake you got me--it's dull. I think I shall leave it, and try one of these white-and-green ones instead. [_She does._ _Mr. Forr._ (_to himself--with a beaded brow_). Broke! And for an extra twopence! As likely as not, she hasn't even got her purse with her. And she'll think I'm so beastly mean! Why on earth didn't I let her go to the Aerated Bread-shop, as she wanted? It would have been all right then! _Miss C. L._ I'm afraid you're rather bored, FRED--you don't seem to be enjoying yourself quite; _do_ you? _Mr. Forr._ (_in agony_). Oh, I _am_--I'm all right, CAMILLE, only I--I'm always like this after the Old Masters, you know. _Miss C. L._ So sorry I made you bring me--don't you think we had better pay, and go home? _Mr. Forr._ (_to himself_). Now for it! (_He pulls himself together._) W--waitress, w--what have I to pay, please? _Waitress._ Two teas, eightpence; one, two--_six_ cakes you've had, I think, Sir? One-and-eightpence altogether. _Mr. Forr._ (_with a gasp_). Oh! (_He fetches up two coins abjectly from his pocket_). I--I'm sorry to say that I--I've o--only one shilling and (_with a start of intense relief_) half-a-sovereign, so (_with recovered dignity_) I'm afraid I must ask you to give me change. (_To_ Miss C. L.) I--I was only joking about the BURNE-JONESES, darling, I'd like to see them _awfully_--with you. And we can walk home through the Park, or take a cab afterwards, just as _you_ feel about it. _Do_ say you'll come! [Miss LEON _graciously consents, and_ Mr. FORRIDGE _follows her out of the shop with restored equanimity, as Scene closes in._ * * * * * FASHIONABLE INTELLIGENCE.--The Dowager Lady CRUMBIE dined out one night last week, when the dinner was so cold that her Ladyship caught a severe chill, and next day the Cook caught it uncommonly hot. * * * * * ADVICE GRATIS.--M. WORTH, of Paris, says of the costumes of The No-Connection "BRADLEY & CO," "You must take them for what they are----WORTH." * * * * * [Illustration: A BROTHERLY LECTURE. "WHAT! _ANOTHER_ SCRAPE! WHAT AN ASS YOU MUST BE, ALWAYS GETTING INTO SCRAPES WITH WOMEN! WHY _DO_ YOU? _I_ NEVER GET INTO SCRAPES WITH WOMEN! NEVER GOT INTO A SCRAPE WITH A WOMAN IN MY LIFE!"] * * * * * ROBERT AT THE BOAT-RACE.