STREPHON—
Good morrow, good mother; I'm to be married to-morrow.
IOLANTHE— Then the Counselor has at last given his consent to your marriage with his beautiful ward Phyllis.
STREPHON— Alas! no. He is obdurate. He wants nothing less than a General Passenger Agent.
QUEEN— But how to get round this difficulty with the Counselor. Should you like to be a General Passenger Agent?
STREPHON— That would hardly do. You see I am half human, half fairy. My body is of the Alton Fairy kind, but my legs are of another line, and would be likely to take me on the wrong track.