Punch
Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 104, February 18, 1893
_Lord Strath._ (_to himself_). Don't want to make a fuss, but I suppose I ought to do _something_. Good little chap, my host--didn't like to tell me I'd made a mistake; but his wife's a downright vixen. Better make it right with her. (_To_ Mrs. TID.). I--I'm afraid I ought to...