Punch, Or The London Charivari

uin if they're allowed to attack an excellent man like me! Only think, if I can make them see how unkind they have been!

_Reb._ Yes, dear, in that you have a great and glorious object to attain--and I wish you may get it!

Rosmer. Thanks. I think I shall. (_Happens to look through window, and jumps._) Ah, no, I shan't--never now. I have just seen--

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_Reb._ Not the White Horse, dear? We must really not overdo that White Horse!

Rosmer. No--the mill-race, where BEATA--(_Puts on his hat--takes it off again._) I'm beginning to be haunted by--no, I _don't_ mean the horse--by a terrible suspicion that BEATA may have been right after all! Yes, I do believe, now I come to think of it, that I must really have been in love with you from the first. Tell me your opinion.

_Reb._ (_struggling with herself, and still crocheting._) Oh--I can't exactly say--such an odd question to ask me!

Rosmer (_shakes his head_). Perhaps; I have no sense of humou