In the Wrong Room.

Two men left a banquet together; they had dined exceptionally well.

“When you get home,” said one, “if you don't want to disturb your family, undress at the foot of the stairs, fold your clothes neatly and creep up to your room.”

The next day they met at lunch.

“How did you get on?” asked the adviser.

“Rotten!” replied the other. “I took off my clothes at the foot of the stairs, as you told me, and folded them up neatly. I didn't make a sound. But when I reached the top of the stairs—it was the railway station.”

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