Mr. Posket.

No—but do you know who the ladies are who were supping at the Hotel des Princes?

Cis.

No—do you?

Mr. Posket.

Do I? They were your mother and Aunt Charlotte.

Cis.

The mater and Aunt Charlotte! Ha, ha, ha! [Laughing and dancing with delight.] Ha! ha! Oh, I say, Guv, what a lark!

Mr. Posket.

A lark! They were taken to the police station!