Six feet five inches tall is a certain grave, punctilious gentleman who was lolling at full length, one evening last week, in an aisle seat of a theatre at Cannes, smartest resort on the French Riviera.
"Make room!" cried a dark, pudgy gentleman. "Make room!" And he tried to edge past the tall, lolling gentleman toward a seat in the middle of the row.
"Not so fast, sir!" said Long Legs, "I will rise and let you through."
"Pardon me, sir!" mumbled Pudgy Paunch, as Long Legs rose and stepped into the aisle, "Pardon me!"...
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