_Jones_ (_to Brown_). I say, old fellow, I saw you last night, after
that dinner. Your legs were uncommonly unsteady.
_Brown._ No, dear boy; legs were right enough. It was my trousers that
were so "tight."
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[Illustration: CRUEL!--_Lucullus Brown_ (_on hospitable purpose
intent_). "Are you dining anywhere to-morrow night?" _Jones_ (_not
liking to absolutely "give himself away"_). "Let me
see"--(_considers_)--"No; I'm not dining anywhere to-morrow." _Lucullus
Brown_ (_seeing through the artifice_). "Um! Poor chap! How hungry you
will be!" ["_Exeunt,--severally._"]
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[Illustration: CANDID!
_Simultaneously_
_Host (smacking his lips)._ "Now, what do you say to that glass of
she----"
_Guest._ "My dear fellow, where did you get this abominable Marsala?"]
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