Mr. Bullamy.
Posket’s got the wrong one! That comes of marrying without first seeing the lady’s relations.
Cis.
Come along, Guv—let’s have a gamble—Mr. Bullamy will join us.
[Opens the card-table, arranges chairs and candles.
Mr. Bullamy.
A gamble?
Mr. Posket.
Yes—the boy has taught me a new game called “Fireworks;” his mother isn’t aware that we play for money, of course, but we do.