Perhaps as you have suggested they had no ad_dresses_." For a moment I felt quite depressed.

"Did you think it was a conundrum ?" I asked.

"You so often remind me of _Punch_, Mr.Mafferton." I shouldn't have liked anyone to say that to me, but it seemed to have quite a mollifying effect upon Mr.Mafferton.He smiled and pulled his moustache in the way Englishmen always do, when endeavouring to absorb a compliment.
"Dear old London," I went on reminiscently, "what a funny experience it was!" "To the Transatlantic mind," responded Mr.Mafferton stiffly, "one can imagine it instructive." "It was a revelation to mine," I said earnestly--"a revelation." Then, remembering Mr.Mafferton's somewhat painful connection with the revelation, I added carefully, "From a historic point of view.

The Tower, you know, and all that." "Ah!" said Mr.Mafferton, with a distant eye upon the Campagna.
It was really very difficult.
"Do you remember the day we went to Madame Tussaud's ?" I asked.

Perhaps my intonation was a little dreamy.