Cis.
Quite so, there’s no difficulty about that. What’s the bill?
Isidore.
[Gives the bill.] I beg your pardon. Eight pounds four shillings.
Cis.
Phew! Here go my winnings from old Bullamy and the Guv. [Counting out money.] Two pounds short. [Turning to Mr. Posket, who is carefully examining the scratches on the mirrors.] Skinner! Skinner!
Mr. Posket.
Visitors evidently scratch their names on the mirrors. Dear me! Surely this is a spurious title—“Lottie, Duchess of Fulham!” How very curious!
Cis.