Case Dismissed Under English Skies

In the parlor where the shadows dance and play Arthur and Julian have much to

say Over brandy and a flickering light They’ve been debating through the London

night "I held her parasol in the rain!" "But I," said

Julian, "shared her pain!" Oh, the suit,

the claim, the noble fight Two weary souls in the pale moonlight

Vying for Eleanor’s golden key In a game of pride and vanity

In the court of love, the case is tried With nowhere

for a broken heart to hide! Arthur speaks of a letter