She'll make an
exhibition
of you as I've made of
him; and people will laugh at you.
Kipling - Poems
Capt. G. "But what imports the nomination of this gentleman?"
Mrs. H. Watch! (Sends a glance to the Vaynor man, who tries vainly to
combine a mouthful of ice pudding, a smirk of self-satisfaction, a glare
of intense devotion, and the stolidity of a British dining countenance.)
Capt. G. (Critically.) He doesn't look pretty. Why didn't you wait till
the spoon was out of his mouth?
Mrs. H. To amuse you.
She'll make an
exhibition
of you as I've made of
him; and people will laugh at you.
Oh, Pip, can't you see that? It's
as plain as the noonday Sun. You'll be trotted about and told lies, and
made a fool of like the others. I never made a fool of you, did I?
Capt. G. (Aside.) What a clever little woman it is!
