Timorous. No, I don’t. I’m afraid of fire——
Punster (swinging him round to next man). What er that?
Timorous. And subject to fits——
Blower (ditto). You’re no fit juror.
Timorous. I must have air——
Paunch (ditto). Where air you, now?
Timorous. Or smother——
Short (ditto). Take him to his mother.
Timorous. What do you call this treatment?
O’Rourke (ditto). The movement cure, bedad.