_Podb._ (_captiously_). What's he doing _that_ for?
_Guide_. I tont know. I subbose begause dey are bosts, or
(_dubiously_) begause he is a Genius.
_Culch._ (_touching PODBURY's arm as he goes out_). Oh--er--PODBURY,
I'm off. Going to lunch somewhere with the--ah--TROTTERS. See you at
_table d'hote_ this evening, I suppose? Good-bye.
_Podb._ (_savagely_). Oh, ta-ta! (_To himself_.). And that's the
fellow who said he wanted to keep out of making friends! How the
dickens am I going to get through the time by myself? (_To Guide_.)
Here, that's enough for one day. When I want you again, I'll let you
know.
[_He dismisses him, and stands forlornly in the Gallery, while
the Imperfectly Educated Daughter goes on spelling out the
Catalogue for her Parents' edification._
* * * * *
A STORY--OUT OF SEASON.
[Illustration]
So she's married to _him_! Whilst I travelled and wandered
Far away, for the lack of aught better to do;
Whilst my time and my money I recklessly squandered
In a hunt for big game--she was doing it too!
And I am not surprised he has fallen a prey to
The graces and wiles of a maiden so fair;
I must take a back seat as I humbly give way to
The Earl and the Countess of Hanover Square.
What a stroke of good luck! For, like little Jack Horner,
She put in her finger and pulled out a plum;
Yet there once was a time when _we_ sat in a corner--
AMARYLLIS and I--though her mother looked glum.
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