The prince of our set broken-hearted! 
      What a joke!  Who rejected you?  Speak! 
    Did you look like that, Jack, when you parted? 
      Was that pallor of death on your cheek?

    You interest me.  Tell me about it;
      And let your old chum, sir, console. 
    Hard hit in the heart.  I don’t doubt it;
      You were made for that sort of a role.

    Did you bend on your knee, like an actor,
      Hardly knowing just where to begin? 
    Was dear mamma’s consent the main factor? 
      What a fool the poor girl must have been!

    Who was she?  What!—­I?—­You were jealous? 
      O, Jack, who’d have thought such a thing? 
    You’ve been certainly not over-zealous. 
      But kiss me—­and where is the ring?

The Last Dance.

An incident in A window Seat.

    He:  Well, how many conquests?  I fancy a score
    By the flush on your cheeks and your shoulders.

    She:  A bore!

He:  Oh, nonsense; a debutante just out of school Who can rule with a smile what a king could not rule, From young Harry, her prince, to myself, her poor fool!  Come, tell me, did Harry propose?

    She:  What a goose
    You would think me to tell you, and then of what use
    Could it be?

    He:  Well, it might give me hope, where before
    There was none,—­quite a boon from the lips you adore
    When you ’re hungry for love.

    She (coquetting):  Or who knows but it might—­

    He:  Yes, it might blot from life every semblance of light
    As the clouds blot the moon on a storm-troubled night. 
    But tell me.

    She:  He did.

    He:  And your answer was?

    She:  No.

    He:  You mean it, or are you coquetting yet?

She:  Oh!  I just told him I cared for another—­he smiled.  It was merely to him so much pleasure beguiled From a girl.  Charge it up profit?—­loss?—­tell me which?  He thinks I am pretty, they say, but, not rich.  He would love me, perhaps, for a season or two, So I told him that I loved another.

    He:  And who?

    She (archly):  Really, must I tell you?

    He:  No—­your finger—­yes, this! 
    A solitaire—­done! and now quickly!

    She (feigning reluctance):  One!

    He (ecstatically):  Kiss.

Why he asked for a Vacation.