[He stops the 'bus and calls a Constable, to whom he briefly explains the situation.
Constable (pacifically, from below, to the Litig. P.). Come, Sir, don't block the traffic, like this 'ere! Either pay the man his fare or get down—one of the two.
The Litig. P. (from the roof). I have a legal right to remain here if I like!
Const. That may be, Sir; but if you do, this man can summons you that's all.
The Litig. P. (warming with the joy of battle). That's just what I want him to do! Can't I make him summon me?
Cond. (disgusted). 'Ere, 'ang it all! do yer think I'm goin' to cart you 'arf over London fur a penny, and throw yer in the luxury of a lawsoot? 'Ere's yer penny back, and I give yer the ride free, there!
The Litig. P. (accepting the penny, and descending with dignity). Very well; and let me tell you this, it was just as well you gave way when you did, for I was quite prepared to carry the case to the House of Lords!
Cond. Ah! and I s'pose yer think yer'd git there for a penny?
[The Omnibus goes on before the Litigious Person has time to think over such an obvious repartee as asking the Constable to take the man's number.