Openface.—I am a gentleman, let me go! I have been basely robbed, let me go, I say!
Policeman.—Shut up! shut up!
Tilly.—That voice, that beloved voice! Surely I have heard that voice before!
Policeman (bowing low).—No doubt, lady, you have often listened to my tones when I’ve been on the beat——
Pedestrian (aside).—Which is all the time.
Tilly.—I do not mean your voice.
Openface (groans).—Let me rise.
Tilly.—’Tis he! My father!
Policeman (motioning her away).—Go home, Miss, go home; he’s got ’em bad; he wouldn’t know you.
Tilly (places handkerchief to her eyes).—My heart will surely break.