The Chatty P. (accepting this as a sign of softening). I'm sorry to say I come out without my watch this morning, or else——But there's plenty o' clocks about as'll tell yer.
The Contrad. P. (with intense disdain). Clocks! You don't ketch me trusting no clocks—with no two of 'em alike!
The Chatty P. (as they pass a well-known watchmaker's). Well, 'ow about that clock with the figgers? Won't that do yer? They set it to Grinnidge time every hour, so it's bound to be right!
The Contrad. P. (as descends). There yer are! Think I'd put my faith in a clock as 'as to be set right every hour? 'Tain't likely! Good-day to yer!
The Chatty P. So long! (To himself.) A pleasant feller enough, I dessay, if you leave the subjec' to 'im!
Driver (to smart Hansom Cabman). Now then, outer the way with that 'ere 'Ackney keb o' yours!
Hansom Cabman (with hauteur). As it 'appens, it ain't a 'Ackney cab—it's a private kerridge, this is!
Driver. Ah, I might ha' known you was a hammytoor by yer silly hasslike method o' conducting yer business! [Drives on triumphant.
A Political Passenger (with a panacea—to a "Knowledgable" Passenger). No, I don't want no 'Ome Rule, nor yet no Parish Counsels, nor nothink o' that. What I wanter see interdooced 'ere is Tereenial Porliments.
The Knowledgable Passenger (with respect). Tereenial Parliments? I don't know as I've 'eard o' them.