Nosebag. Well, can’t the brave deserve the fair without deserving the cat-o’-nine-tails?
Nutts. It’s sartinly a pity they should go together. I only know they shouldn’t have the chance in my case, if I was a woman.
Mrs Nutts. (From within.) I think, Mr Nutts, you’d better leave the women alone, and——
Nutts. Certainly, my dear. (Again confidentially.) She’s not at all jealous; but she can’t bear to hear me say anything about the women. She has such a strong mind! Well, I was going to say, if I was a sojer, and was flogged——
Nosebag. Don’t talk any more about it, or I shan’t eat no dinner. Talk o’ somethin’ else.
Slowgoe. Tell me—Is it true what I have heard? Have they christened the last little Princess? And what’s the poppet’s name?
Nosebag. Her name? Why, Hél-ena Augusta Victoria.
Slowgoe. Bless me! Helleena——
Nosebag. Nonsense! You must sound it Hél—there’s a-goin’ to be a Act of Parliament about it. Hél—with a haccent on the first synnable.
Slowgoe. What’s a accent?