Fin. Faith, that we will. It’s a dirthy place onyhow.
Hart. Good gwacious! there’s going to be more stwiking!
Dan. Look here, Smellin’ Bottle! (Seizes Hartshorn by the collar, and brings him to the centre.)
Hart. Good gwacious! Welease my coat! You awe too polite—you awe indeed!
Dan. Am I? Jest look a here, Smellin’ Bottle! and you too, prez—look sharp! fur I’m a goin’ to talk to yer like a first-class sermon! I drives fur old Swizel, I does; and I kills fur Swizel too; and I’m goin down town in that car in five minutes! You understand?
Hard. (Shouting.) Is that car going, or is that car not going?
Dan. Say, old gent, you jest subside.
Hard. Hey?
Fin. Faith, the ould gint’s as dafe as a haddock. (Goes up to table and talks to Hardhead in dumb show.)
Dan. Now, prez, I want yer to understand I’m a goin’ down town; and I want a driver and a conductor.