"How have you been getting along, eh ?" The young lady sighed.

She rolled her eyes at Mr.Waddington in a manner which was meant to be languishing.
"Very badly indeed," she declared, "thanks to you, you neglectful, ungrateful person! I've heard of fickle men before but I've never met one to come up to one that I could name." Mr.Waddington moved a little uneasily in his place.
"Been to the theatre lately ?" he inquired.
The theatre was apparently a sore point.
"Been to the theatre, indeed!" she repeated.

"Why, I refused all the other gentlemen just so as to go with you, and as soon as we got nicely started, why, you never came near again! I've had no chance to go." Mr.Waddington took out a little book.
"I wonder," he suggested, "if any evening--" "Next Thursday night at seven o'clock, I shall be free," the young lady interrupted promptly.
"We'll have a little dinner first, as we used to, and I want to go to the Gaiety.

It's lucky you came in," she went on, "for I can assure you that I shouldn't have waited much longer.

There are others, you know, that are free enough with their invitations." She tossed her head.