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Sir William.
Trafalgar, it is becoming impossible for you and me to obtain repose. [Turning his head sharply.] Ha! is not that a street-organ? [To Miss Gower.] An organ?
Miss Gower.
Undoubtedly. An organ in the Square, at this hour of the evening—singularly out of place!
Sir William.
[Looking round.] Well, well, well, does no one stir?