Meanwhile, each of our fellows had secured his fair one, save myself, and I was exposed to no small ridicule for my want of savoir faire.

Nettled at this, I made a plunge to the corner of the room, where Mary Anne was shawling; I recognized her pink sash, threw her cloak over her shoulders, and at the very moment that Mark Anthony drew his wife's arm within his, I performed the same by my friend, and followed them to the door.

Here, the grim brother-in-law turned round to take Mary Anne's arm, and seeing her with me, merely gave a kind of hoarse chuckle, and muttered, "Very well, sir: upon my conscience you will have it, I see." During this brief interval, so occupied was I in watching him, that I never once looked in my fair friend's face; but the gentle squeeze of her arm, as she leaned upon me, assured me that I had her approval of what I was doing.
What were the precise train of my thoughts, and what the subjects of conversation between us, I am unfortunately now unable to recollect.
It is sufficient to remember, that I could not believe five minutes had elapsed, when we arrived at York-street.

"Then you confess you love me," said I, as I squeezed her arm to my side.
"Then, by this kiss," said I, "I swear, never to relinquish."-- What I was about to add, I am sure I know not; but true it is, that a certain smacking noise here attracted Mr.Mark Anthony's attention, who started round, looked as full in the face, and then gravely added, "Enough is as good as a feast.

I wish you pleasant drames, Mr.Larry Kar, if that's your name; and you'll hear from me in the morning." "I intend it," said I.