(There comes a bloodthirsty yell from the crowd outside.)
Jawbones. Not unless that’s ’im. (He finishes for the time being with the fire. Rises.)
(Janet enters.)
Lady Mogton. Was that you they were yelling at?
Janet. No, it’s Mr. Sigsby.
(Another yell is heard. Out of it a shrill female voice—“Mind ’is fice; yer spoiling it!”)
The Woman’s Laundry Union have taken such a strong dislike to him.
(A final yell. Then a voice: “That’s taken some of the starch out of him!” followed by a shriek of laughter.)
Jawbones. ’E only suggested as ’ow there was enough old washerwomen in Parliament as it was.
Lady Mogton. A most unnecessary remark. It will teach him—