Enter two Burglars, cautiously.
First B. (to Miss J. J.) We can put you up to a fake as will be worth your while,
For you seem a sharp, 'andy lad, and just our style!
[They proceed to unfold a scheme to break into the Ducal abode, and offer Miss J. a share of the spoil, if she will allow herself to be put through the pantry window.
Miss J. J. (proudly). I tell yer I won't 'ave nothink to do with it, fur I ain't been used
To sneak into the house of a Dook to whom I 'aven't been introdooced!
Second Burglar (coarsely). Stow that snivel, yer young himp, we don't want none of that bosh!
Miss J. J. (with spirit). You hold your jaw—for, when you opens yer mouth, there ain't much o' yer face left to wash!
[The Burglars retire, baffled, and muttering. Miss J. leans against pillar-box again—but more irresolutely.
I've arf a mind to run after 'em, I 'ave, and tell 'em I'm game to stand in!...
But, ah,—didn't my poor mother say as Burglary was a Sin!
[Duke crosses stage in a hurry; as he pulls out his latchkey, a threepenny-bit falls unregarded, except by the little Sweeper, who pounces eagerly upon it.