Cis.
No, no. You’re Skinner.
Mr. Posket.
Oh!
[Wanders round the room.
Cis.
Mr. Skinner, of the Stock Exchange. What have you ready?
Isidore.
[In an undertone to Cis.] I beg your pardon—very good—but Monsieur Blond he say to me, “Isidore, listen now; if Mr. Farringdon he come here, you say, I beg your pardon, you are a nice gentleman, but will you pay your little account when it is quite convenient, before you leave the house at once.”