The two lovers rested on the seashore, tired but happy after an evening of dancing and misquoted poetry.
"You know, dear Gryphon," Alice sighed, "I do wonder whether the Hatter has quite gotten over me yet. He didn't say anything when I left, but his hand shook so as he poured his tea – I felt sure he would miss me horribly."
The Gryphon chuckled, and ran a talon through her hair. "Oh, it's all his fancy, that," it said. "He never misses nobody, you know.
"Come on!" it added suddenly, and whisked its beloved into another figure of the Lobster-Quadrille.