Ada brooded over her wrongs; Beatrice glanced over _The Referee_.

Fanny, after twirling awhile in maiden meditation, turned to the piano and jingled a melody from 'The Mikado.' She broke off suddenly, and, without looking round, addressed her companions.
'You can give the third seat at the Jubilee to somebody else.

I'm provided for.' 'Who are you going with ?' asked Ada.
'My masher,' the girl replied with a giggle.
'Where ?' 'Shop-windows in the Strand, I think.' She resumed her jingling; it was now 'Queen of my Heart.' Beatrice, dropping her paper, looked fixedly at the girl's profile, with an eyelid droop which signified calculation.
'How much is he really getting ?' she inquired all at once.
'Seventy-five pounds a year.

"_Oh where, oh where, is my leetle dog gone ?_"' 'Does he say,' asked Mrs.Peachey, 'that his governor will stump up ?' They spoke a peculiar tongue, the product of sham education and mock refinement grafted upon a stock of robust vulgarity.

One and all would have been moved to indignant surprise if accused of ignorance or defective breeding.