"In the first place, all the pretty women will come, and all the ugly ones stay away; and as for the men, all those who have got any money will be certain to come; those who haven't, poor devils, must stay outside."
"Suppose, sir, you make a bow to the ladies."
"A very low one, sir?"
"Yes, very low indeed."
Tim bent his body to the ground, and threw a somerset forward. "There, sir; I bowed so low, that I came up on the other side."
"Ha! ha! capital!" from the crowd.
"I've got a round turn in my back, sir," continued Tim, rubbing himself. "Hadn't I better take it out again?"
"By all means."
Tim threw a somerset backwards. "There, sir, all's right now. One good turn deserves another. Now I'll be off."
"Where are you going to, sir?"