Punch, Or The London Charivari

es, and examine her critically, as if they had rather expected this confession. Sudden burst of Society Chatter from without._

Society Chatter. How d'ye do?... Oh, but her parties never are!... How are you?... No, I left her at ... Yes, he's somewhere about ... Saw you in the Row this mornin'.... Are you doing anything on ----?... Oh, what a shame!... No, but doesn't she now?... No earthly use trying to get in at present ... &c., &c.

Miss Fresia B. (_beginning again, with meek despair, a little louder_).

I am only a Cowboy; reckless, rough, in an unconventional suit of clothes; I hain't, as a rule, got much to say, and my conversation is mostly oaths.

[_Cries of "Ssh!" intended, however, for the people outside, who are chattering harder than ever._

When the cackle of females strikes my ear--

Society Chatter (as before). Oh, much cooler here ... Yes, delightful, wasn't it? Everybody one kno