If I take more--" He interrupted me with the assurance that my attendance had been noted.
"Last week I sent a dozen photographs of myself, signed, to a charity bazaar." He said he remembered my doing so.
"Then let me see," I continued, "I have been to two ordinary balls.

I don't care much about dancing, but a few of us generally play a little bridge; and to one fancy dress affair.

I went as Sir Walter Raleigh.
Some men cannot afford to show their leg.

What I say is, if a man can, why not?
It isn't often that one gets the opportunity of really looking one's best." He told me all three balls had been duly entered: and commented upon.
"And, of course, you remember my performance of Talbot Champneys in _Our Boys_ the week before last, in aid of the Fund for Poor Curates," I went on.

"I don't know whether you saw the notice in the _Morning Post_, but--" He again interrupted me to remark that what the _Morning Post_ man said would be entered, one way or the other, to the critic of the _Morning Post_, and had nothing to do with me.