Agatha Posket.
Show Mr. Bullamy down stairs, Cis.
Mr. Bullamy.
Good-night, Posket. Oh! I haven’t a shilling left for my cabman.
Cis.
I’ll pay the cab.
Mr. Bullamy.
No, thank you! I’ll walk. [Opening jujube box.] Bah! Not even a jujube left and on a foggy night, too! Ugh!
[Goes out.