Summary

Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

Sometimes I wish the War back; England was at her best when the call for sacrifice came home to her. But how—we hear great talk of Reconstruction, but I am reminded rather of the Restoration."
"My friend," said the Sage, "I shall believe that this too is only a temporary phase. Memory is not our strong point, but you can perhaps throw back your mind to a year ago and recall how near we came to the ruin of our hopes. Victory took us by surprise; and we were less prepared for Peace at that moment than we ever had been for War.
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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

CARPENTER doesn't believe in mystifications. He explains everything with the completest candour in his first Act, from which you gather that a millionaire's daughter, returning from Paris to the immense stuffy New York mansion, is desperately lonely, and has also cut herself free from an unsatisfactory affair of the heart; that a young poet, a friend of the millionaire's sentimental lawyer, is also lonely, living like Cinderella (isn't this wrong?) in an attic next-door, proud as poor; that another friend of the millionaire has offered a prize for a libretto.
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Various Punch, or the London Charivari…

It was almost like trying to gaze at the noonday sun.
"There," I crowed, "you will be able to get all the gold you want. Did I not say, 'I know a bank'?"
She did a curious thing. She put her arms round my neck and kissed me.
"Dear old Mr. Sententious," said she, "did you think you could take me in? I knew my Midsummer Night's Dream by heart while you were still discovering 'THE-HOG-IS-IN-THE-PIT'!" And she sang quite softly:—
"I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips—"
Though I was very angry at the way she had deceived me, I must admit that her voice was not unpleasing.
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