XXXVIII

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XXXVIII

“How are our neighbours fair, pray tell,

Tattiana, saucy Olga thine?”⁠—

“The family are all quite well⁠—

Give me just half a glass of wine⁠—

They sent their compliments⁠—but oh!

How charming Olga’s shoulders grow!

Her figure perfect grows with time!

She is an angel! We sometime

Must visit them. Come! you must own,

My friend, ’tis but to pay a debt,

For twice you came to them and yet

You never since your nose have shown.

But stay! A dolt am I who speak!

They have invited you this week.”