Punch, or the London Charivari

e hardly prepared for so aristocratic a guest--we are such plain humdrum people that a title--a real title like your lordship's--ahoo!--(with an acid titter)--is, well--rather overwhelming. I only hope you will be able to--er--sustain it, or otherwise----

Lord Strath. (lifting his eyebrows.) Am I to understand that you did not expect me, after all? Because, if so,--I----

Mrs. Tid. Oh, yes, we expected you, and of course, you will be treated exactly the same as everybody else--except--I don't know if my husband warned you about not touching the champagne? No? Oh, well, you will drink claret please, not champagne. I daresay you prefer it.

Lord Strath. Thank you, I should indeed--if you have any misgivings about your champagne.

Mrs. Tid. We must draw some distinction between you and our regular guests, as I'm sure you'll understand.

Lord Str