A Stolid Assistant (in shirtsleeves). Figgers 'ere, Gen'lm'n!
[Languid surge of crowd towards them.
"FIGGERS 'ere, GEN'L'M'N!"
A Facetious Bidder. Which of 'em's the finger and which the toe?
Auct. (coldly). I should have thought it was easy to identify by the attitude. Now, Gentlemen, give me a bidding for these very finely-executed works by Bimbi. Make any offer. What will you give me for 'em? Both very sweet things, Gentlemen. Shall we say ten guineas?
A Grubby Man. Give yer five.
Auct. (with grieved resignation). Very well, start 'em at five. Any advance on five? (To Assist.) Turn 'em round, to show the back view. And a 'arf! Six! And a 'arf! Only six and a 'arf bid for this beautiful pair of figures, done direct from nature by Bimbi. Come, Gentlemen, come! Seven! Was that you, Mr. Grimes? (The Grubby Man admits the soft impeachment.) Seven and a 'arf. Eight! It's against you.
Mr. Grimes (with a supreme effort). Two-and-six!