Sue. I do not see them here yet.
Kate. They’ll not be long, depend on’t,—have I sufficiently disfigured my charms?
Sue. Yes, they cannot surely recognise us in these disguises?
Trifle. Dear me, a very dreadful perfume, pan hanour—essence of mendicity—I’m sorry I came.
Mr. J. (To Green). Halloa, my little ’un?
Green. Eh! come you a done now; you a done vith you.
Mr. J. Sluice your dominos—vill you?—
Green. Vot! I never plays at dominoes—It’s too wulgar.
Mr. J. Vy, then vash your ivories?
Green. I’ve got no hiveries to vash.