'I am sure I never saw you before; I couldn't have forgotten it.' 'Oh, I'm sure--it's very flattering of you to say so,' retorted Miss Snevellicci with a graceful bend.

'Now I look at you again, I see that the gentleman at Canterbury hadn't the same eyes as you--you'll think me very foolish for taking notice of such things, won't you ?' 'Not at all,' said Nicholas.

'How can I feel otherwise than flattered by your notice in any way ?' 'Oh! you men are such vain creatures!' cried Miss Snevellicci.
Whereupon, she became charmingly confused, and, pulling out her pocket-handkerchief from a faded pink silk reticule with a gilt clasp, called to Miss Ledrook-- 'Led, my dear,' said Miss Snevellicci.
'Well, what is the matter ?' said Miss Ledrook.
'It's not the same.' 'Not the same what ?' 'Canterbury--you know what I mean.

Come here! I want to speak to you.' But Miss Ledrook wouldn't come to Miss Snevellicci, so Miss Snevellicci was obliged to go to Miss Ledrook, which she did, in a skipping manner that was quite fascinating; and Miss Ledrook evidently joked Miss Snevellicci about being struck with Nicholas; for, after some playful whispering, Miss Snevellicci hit Miss Ledrook very hard on the backs of her hands, and retired up, in a state of pleasing confusion.
'Ladies and gentlemen,' said Mr Vincent Crummles, who had been writing on a piece of paper, 'we'll call the Mortal Struggle tomorrow at ten; everybody for the procession.

Intrigue, and Ways and Means, you're all up in, so we shall only want one rehearsal.