The row would have never occurred,

And for you to be doing the tragic,

Strikes me as a little absurd.

As it stands, you've the best of the bargain,

And she's got a good deal the worst,

Leave it there, and—just touch the bell, will you?

You're nearest, I'm dying of thirst."

IV.

 at afternoon tea.

at afternoon tea.

"'In New York!' Yes, I met her this morning.

I knew her in spite of her paint;

And Guelph, too, poor fellow, was with her;

I felt really nervous, and faint,

When he bowed to me, looking so pleading—

I cut him, of course. Wouldn't you?

If I meet him alone, I'll explain it;

But knowing her, what could I do?

Poor fellow! He looks sadly altered—

I think it a sin, and a shame,

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