Cis.
Hurray! [He takes the watch out of Mr. Posket’s pocket.] Just half-past ten. Greenwich mean, eh, Guv?
[He puts the watch to his ear, pulling Mr. Posket towards him by the chain.
Mr. Posket.
What an extraordinary lad!
Cis.
[Returning watch.] Thanks. They have to get from here to Campden Hill and back again. I’ll tell Wyke to get them the worst horse on the rank.
Mr. Posket.
My dear child!