Re-enter BUCK.
Buck. Past two did you say, Watchey? didn’t think it had been half so late—I think it’s time for me to go home to bed.
O’Booz. Why, yes, I thinks as how it is, Sir—you’ve been taking a little too much refreshment—steady! steady! hold up, Sir,
(Pretends to assist him, and picks his pocket of his handkerchief).
Buck. Good night, old Clockey. (Reels off).
O’Booz. Good night, Sir—take care nobody robs your honour. Why, the gentleman’s left his vipe behind him, and I musn’t go off my beat to give it him: how unfortinate—I’ll call him back! Sir, Sir. (Whispers). Bless my soul how wery deaf that ere gentlemen is!—well I must take care of it for him till he calls again!—I don’t know what would become of these here young chaps if it wasn’t for such old coveys as we are—Oh, here comes that cursed Gas!
Re-enter GAS.
Gas. Well, Watchey, and what have you to say about the gas? Eh?
O’Booz. Why, that you have been the ruin of our calling—that’s all!