AT A GARDEN-PARTY.
SCENE--_A London Lawn. A Band in a costume half-way between
the uniforms of a stage hussar and a circus groom, is
performing under a tree. Guests discovered slowly pacing the
turf, or standing and sitting about in groups._
_Mrs. Maynard Gery_ (_to her Brother-in-law--who is thoroughly aware
of her little weaknesses_). Oh, PHIL,--you know everybody--_do_ tell
me! Who is that common-looking, little man with the scrubby beard, and
the very yellow gloves--how does he come to be _here_?
_Phil_. Where? Oh, I see him. Well--have you read _Sabrina's Uncle's
Other Niece?_
_Mrs. M.G._ No--_ought_ I to have? I never even heard of it!
_Phil_. Really? I wonder at that--tremendous hit--you must order
it--though I doubt if you'll be able to get it.
_Mrs. M.G._ Oh, I shall _insist_ on having it. And _he_ wrote it?
Really, PHIL, now I come to look at him, there's something rather
striking about his face. Did you say _Sabrina's Niece's Other
Aunt_--or what?
_Phil_. _Sabrina's Uncle's Other Niece_ was what I _said_--not that it
signifies.
_Mrs. M.G._ Oh, but I always attach the greatest importance to names,
myself. And do you know him?
_Phil_. What, TABLETT? Oh, yes--decent little chap; not much to say
for himself, you know.
_Mrs. M.G._ I don't mind _that_ when a man is _clever_--do you think
you could bring him up and introduce him?
_Phil_. Oh, I _could_--but I won't answer for your not being
disappointed in him.
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