_He._ Love you! Have me, dear?
_She._ Humph! How much a year?
_He._ Three hundred! Expectations.
_She._ Tales of hope! Relations?
_He._ Aunt. Ten thousand pounder.
Eighty. Always found her
Liberal. Thinks me Crichton,
Seedy now at Brighton.
Made her will,--a right 'un!
_She._ Ah! _Aunt_-icipations,--
Like _x_ in equations--
Unknown quantity?
Question! Let me see,
Love + "screw" + _x_
(Latter for expecs)
Equals Me + You!
Hardly think 'twill do!
Do not wish to vex,
But,--first find out _x_!
_He._ If I prove _x_ ample--
_She._ I'll no longer trample
On your hopes.
_He._ Agreed!
_She._ Hope you may succeed!
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THE RESULT OF AN IMPRUDENT MARRIAGE (_by our own Matrimonial
Adviser_).--County Court-ship.
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[Illustration: _Ethel._ "Why, what's the matter, Gertrude?"
_Gertrude._ "Oh, nothing. Only Jack and I had a quarrel the other day,
and I wrote and told him never to dare to speak or write to me
again,---- and the wretch hasn't even had the decency to answer my
letter!"]
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