Jones (to Brown). I say, old fellow, I saw you last night, after that dinner. Your legs were uncommonly unsteady.
Brown. No, dear boy; legs were right enough. It was my trousers that were so "tight."
Host (smacking his lips). "Now, what do you say to that glass of she----"
Guest. "My dear fellow, where did you get this abominable Marsala?"]
