Sure enough, just as I had finished dressing to go to the White House I found that little note, which I had long ago forgotten.

It was a grave little note, a serious little note, like its writer, but it made me laugh.

Livy's gentle gravities often produced that effect upon me, where the expert humorist's best joke would have failed, for I do not laugh easily.
When we reached the White House and I was shaking hands with the President, he started to say something, but I interrupted him and said: "If your Excellency will excuse me, I will come back in a moment; but now I have a very important matter to attend to, and it must be attended to at once." I turned to Mrs.Cleveland, the young, the beautiful, the fascinating, and gave her my card, on the back of which I had written "_He didn't_"-- and I asked her to sign her name below those words.
She said: "He didn't?
He didn't what ?" "Oh," I said, "never mind.

We cannot stop to discuss that now.

This is urgent.