By a simple coincidence, few
Could ever have reckoned upon,
The same thing occurred to us, too,
When we first put this uniform on.
(Enter Patience.)
PATIENCE—How strangely handsome these conductors are, but I dare not address them.
G· C·—Fair maiden, you seem alarmed at our intrusion.
PATIENCE.—Not at all. Only awed. I am not accustomed to so much glitter.
G· C·—(Proudly.) You flatter, fair maid, but we are accustomed to it. We are conductors. That speaks for our brilliant appearance.