Punch, or the London Charivari

on--do let me tell you about it!

Miss Seaton (penitently). Oh, Douglas, I--I know--I heard.... I'm so sorry--I mean, I'm so glad! Please forgive me for treating you as I did!

Lord Strath. You did let me have it pretty straight, didn't you, MARJORY? But, of course, you thought me am impudent cad for calmly coming in to dinner uninvited like this--and no wonder!

Miss Seaton (to herself). He doesn't know the worst--and he shan't, if I can help it! (Aloud.) It doesn't matter what I thought--I--I don't think it now. And--and--do tell me all you can about yourself!

[They converse with recovered confidence.

Uncle Gab. (to himself). For all the notice that stuck-up young swell takes of me, I might be a block of wood! I'll make him listen to me. (Aloud.) Ahem! My Lord, I've just been telling my niece here the latest scandal in high-l