Protest in Either Case.

One of a party of men left his corner seat in an already crowded railway compartment to go into the dining-car. As customary, he left a rug in his seat as a mark that it was reserved. On returning he found that in spite of the rug and the protests of his fellow-passengers the seat had been usurped by a woman. With flashing eyes she turned upon him:

“Do you know, sir, that I am one of the directors’ wives?”

“Madam,” he replied, “were you the director's only wife, I should still protest.”

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