Punch
_Lady Maisie_ (_to herself_). Poets don't seem to have much self-possession. He seems perfectly overcome by hearing my name like that. If only he doesn't lose his head completely and say something about my wretched letter!
The die was now a-casting. Hurtled though devious windings far from ordered realms where the Syntax Queen holds sway, spinning this way and that like the whipped box-wood belove...
3. SCENE VIII.--_The Station Yard at Shuntingbridge._Lady Cant._ (_snappishly_). Intrusion! I never heard such nonsense! Did you expect to be asked to _run behind_? You really mustn't be so ridiculously modest. As if your _Androm...
1. SCENE VI.--_A First-Class Compartment._Lady Maisie_ (_to herself_). Poets don't seem to have much self-possession. He seems perfectly overcome by hearing my name like that. If only he doesn't lose his head completel...
2. SCENE VII.--_On the Platform at Shuntingbridge._Lady Cant._ Ah, _there_ you are, PHILLIPSON! Yes, you can take the jewel-case; and now you had better go and see after the trunks. (PHILLIPSON _hurries back to the luggage-van_...