Category: Humour
Punch, Or the London Charivari, Volume 107, December 8th, 1894
_Lady Maisie_ (_to herself, as she watches UNDERSHELL approaching_). How badly he walks, and what _does_ he mean by smiling at me like that? (_Aloud, coldly._) I am sorry, Mr. BLAIR, but I must leave you to finish your stroll alone; my maid has just told me----