A satiric comedy in an urban setting first printed in the Queenslander in 1876 and ascribed to Dramingo, a pen-name used by Favenc.
he glanced enquiringly at me but said nothing. At any rate, I thought he is calling on his own responsibility; I am not introducing him. But I had to admit that although his dress did not accord with my strict notions of the proper thing, he looked well in it. As we walked down the street we talked about my uncle.
"Is he much given to talking shop?" I asked, nervously approaching the dreadful subject.
"To tell the truth he is a little given to it, but not so much as most men who have made their mark."
"This sort of thing," I said, with a sickly smile, indicating a flaming placard in a window, setting forth the merits of "Amberly's Suffolk Sauce."
My companion looked me in the face with a puzzled expression of countenance. Suddenly a light seemed to dawn upon his mind, and he burst into a fit of ungovernable laughter.
"Don't!" I said; "pray remember that we are in the main street," and I glanced apprehonsively around.
"'Pon my soul it's too rich," he said amid renewed