[There was to be a morning performance of one of Mr. D'Oyly Carte's country companies.]
Gent.: Well, that's very odd. You'll excuse me, you are exactly like George Grossmith.
Clown: I knew you were going to say that. Do you know nearly everybody takes me for Mr. Grossmith?
Gent.: I am very sorry. I meant no offence.
Clown: Pray don't mention it. I regard it as a great compliment.
Gent.: Oh, I 'm very glad!
Railway Porter (in distance): Sloane Square! Sloane Square!!
Gent.: We get out here. Good afternoon.
Clown: Good afternoon.
(Exeunt Gentleman and Juvenile by the carriage-door, prompt side. Clown, in spite of the printed warning in front of him, proceeded to place his feet on the opposite cushions.)