Am I not an old friend? Come now, tell.

The prince of our set broken-hearted!
What a joke! Who rejected you? Speak!
Did you look like that, Jack, when you parted?
Was that pallor of death on your cheek?

You interest me. Tell me about it;
And let your old chum, sir, console.
Hard hit in the heart. I don't doubt it;
You were made for that sort of a role.

Did you bend on your knee, like an actor,
Hardly knowing just where to begin?
Was dear mamma's consent the main factor?
What a fool the poor girl must have been!

Who was she? What!--I?--You were jealous?
O, Jack, who'd have thought such a thing?
You've been certainly not over-zealous.
But kiss me--and where is the ring?

The Last Dance.

AN INCIDENT IN A WINDOW SEAT.

_He_: Well, how many conquests? I fancy a score
By the flush on your cheeks and your shoulders.

_She_: A bore!

_He_: Oh, nonsense; a debutante just out of school
Who can rule with a smile what a king could not rule,
From young Harry, her prince, to myself, her poor fool!
Come, tell me, did Harry propose?

_She_: What a goose
You would think me to tell you, and then of what use
Could it be?

_He_: Well, it might give me hope, where before
There was none,--quite a boon from the lips you adore
When you 're hungry for love.

_She (coquetting)_: Or who knows but it might--

_He_: Yes, it might blot from life every semblance of light
As the clouds blot the moon on a storm-troubled night.
But tell me.

_She_: He did.

_He_: And your answer was?

_She_: No.

_He_: You mean it, or are you coquetting yet?

_She_: Oh!
I just told him I cared for another--he smiled.
It was merely to him so much pleasure beguiled
From a girl. Charge it up profit?--loss?--tell me which?
He thinks I am pretty, they say, but, not rich.
He would love me, perhaps, for a season or two,
So I told him that I loved another.

_He_: And who?

_She (archly)_: Really, must I tell _you?_

_He_: No--your finger--yes, this!
A solitaire--done! and now quickly!

_She (feigning reluctance)_: One!

_He (ecstatically)_: Kiss.

Why he asked