Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 107. August 4, 1894.Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 107. August 4, 1894.
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
_Spurr._ (_puzzled_). What if she did? Why, I thought her la--your
Mother _knew_!
_Lady Maisie_ (_to herself_). He actually thinks I should tell Mamma!
Oh, how _dense_ he is! (_Aloud._) Yes--yes--of _course_ she
knows--but--but you might _wake_ her! And--and please don't allude to it
again--to me or--or anyone. (_To herself._) That I should have to beg
him to be silent like this! But what can I _do_? Goodness only knows
_what_ he mightn't say, if I don't warn him!
_Spurr._ (_nettled_). I don't mind _who_ knows. _I'm_ not ashamed of it,
Lady MAISIE--whatever you may be!
_Lady Maisie_ (_to herself, exasperated_). He dares to imply that _I_'ve
done something to be ashamed of! (_Aloud; haughtily._) I'm _not_
ashamed--why _should_ I be? Only--oh, can't you _really_ understand
that--that one may do things which one wouldn't care to be reminded of
publicly? I don't _wish_ it--isn't _that_ enough?
_Spurr._ (_to himself_). I see what she's at now--doesn't want it to
come out that she's travelled down here with a vet! (_Aloud, stiffly._)
A lady's wish is enough for _me_ at anytime. If you're sorry for having
gone out of your way to be friendly, why, I'm not the person to take
advantage of it. I hope I know how to behave.
[_He takes refuge in offended silence._
_Lady Maisie_ (_to herself_). Why did I say anything at all! I've only
made things worse--I've let him see that he _has_ an advantage. And he's
certain to use it sooner or later--unless I am civil to him. I've
offended him now--and I shall _have_ to make it up with him!
_Spurr._ (_to himself_). I thought all along she didn't seem as chummy
as her mother--but to turn round on me like this!
_Lady Cant._ (_waking up_). Well, Mr. ANDROMEDA, I should have thought
you and my daughter might have found _some_ subject in common; but I
haven't heard a word from either of you since we left the station.
_Lady Maisie_ (_to herself_). That's _some_ comfort! (_Aloud._) You must
have had a nap, Mamma. We--we _have_ been talking.
_Spurr._ Oh yes, we _have_ been talking, I can assure you--er--Lady
CANTIRE!
_Lady Cant._ Dear me. Well, MAISIE, I hope the conversation was
entertaining?
_Lady Maisie._ M-most entertaining, Mamma!
_Lady Cant._ I'm quite sorry I missed it. (_The omnibus stops._) Wyvern
at last! But _what_ a journey it's been, to be sure!
_Spurr._ (_to himself_). I should just think it had. I've never been so
taken up and put down in all my life! But it's over now; and, thank
goodness, I'm not likely to see any more of 'em!
[_He gets out with alacrity._
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[Illustration: "THE LITTLE MORE AND HOW MUCH IT IS."
_She_ (_engaged to another_). "WE DON'T SEEM TO BE GETTING ON VERY WELL;
SOMETHING SEEMS TO BE WEIGHING US DOWN!"
_He_ (_gloomily_). "IT'S THAT DIAMOND AND SAPPHIRE RING ON YOUR LEFT
HAND. WE SHOULD BE ALL RIGHT IF IT WEREN'T FOR THAT!"]
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