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"Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 101, September 19, 1891"


_Podb._ (_with surprise and gratitude_). I say, old boy, I'd no
notion you were such a nailing good chap! Nein, danky. (_To the little
Cripple, who is cheerily inviting him, in pantomime, to drink from
his mug._) Cheeky little beggar. But do you really think anything
will--er--come of it, if we do meet her again--_do_ you now?
_Culch._ I--ah--have the best reasons for feeling tolerably certain of
it. [_He looks out of window and smiles._
_Podb._ But that cousin of hers--CHARLEY, you know--how about _him_?
_Culch._ I put that to her, and there is nothing in it. In fact, she
practically admitted--(_He glances round and lowers his voice._) I
will tell you another time. That lady over there is looking at us, and
I'm almost certain--
_Podb._ What if she is, she don't understand a word we're saying. I
want to hear all about Her, you know.
_Culch._ My dear PODBURY, we shall have ample time to talk about her
while we are at Nuremberg together--it will be the greatest pleasure
to me to do so as long as ever you please.
_Podb._ Thanks, old chap! I'd no idea you were doing all this, you
know. But just tell me this, what did she _say_ about me?
_Culch._ (_mystified_). About you? I really don't recollect that she
mentioned _you_ particularly.


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