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Mr. Punch In Society: Being the humours of social life

Mr. Punch In Society: Being the humours of social life

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for the Courteous Manners of the Olden Time). “That, madam, is entirely my fault!”

[Exit gracefully, but remembers as he goes downstairs that he meant to say “misfortune,” not “fault.”


THINGS ONE MIGHT HAVE EXPRESSED OTHERWISE

I

Visitor (who has accepted an invitation to a local concert). “Is it evening dress?”

Hostess. “Oh, no; just as you are dressed now—or worse, if you have it.”


II

Lady Guest (to Host, who hates getting up early). “I’m so awfully sorry to have dragged you up at this unearthly hour, but I had to catch the 8.30 train.”

Host. “Not at all. I’m only too glad to be able to see you off!”


Two gentleman talking

III

Host. “Take a little whiskey before you go, Jones?”

Jones (after helping himself). “Thanks! May I pour you out some?”

Host. “Please—not too much—just about half what you’ve given yourself!


Gentleman and lady talking

IV

Gushing Lady. “Oh but, Mr. Jones, I should love to be beautiful—even if for only half-an-hour!”

Jones. “Yes; but you wouldn’t like the coming back again!


Gentleman and lady talking

V

He. “I suppose, now that the London Season is coming to an end, that you’ve been very gay?”

She. “Oh, yes—I haven’t had a dull moment since I saw you last!


Party scene

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!


Party scene

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!


Two ladies talking

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!


Gentleman and lady in fancy dress talking

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!


Jones interrupts a gentleman and lady talking

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!


Lady greeting a gentleman at a party

XI

Hostess. “This is good of you, Major Grey! When I wrote I never expected for a moment that you would come.


Aunt and nephew

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!


Lady greeting a gentleman at a party

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.
When I asked you to wed me a fortnight ago
At Mrs. De Jenkynson’s ball,
I never expected you, Kit, to say “No”
In tones that would ring through the hall.
You dreamt not—how should you, of course?—that the sound
Of your voice would be heard far and wide,
But I did feel a fool when a titter went round
As we walked to your chaperon’s

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