First Old Gentleman. Coming past here with her? To hold a court at the palace?
The Workman. Yes.
Second Old Gentleman (taking a pinch of snuff). And I suppose those fellows in the club mean to make a demonstration?—hiss them, or something of that sort?
The Workman. So they say.
First Old Gentleman. Have they decided not to attend the court then?
A Dandy. Unanimously decided.
A Woman. It's filthy!
The Dandy. I beg your pardon?
The Woman. I say that those fellows in there will condescend to seduce our daughters, right enough; but they won't condescend to marry them. But, you see, the King does.
The Workman. I am not sure it wouldn't be better if he didn't.