Cabby (with feigned surprise and delight). "WHAT, ALL—THIS—AT ONCE!!"
VERY ATTENTIVE.
Hard-riding Cornet (to Old Party, who is rather bothered by a Brook.) "DON'T MOVE, SIR! PRAY DON'T MOVE AND I'LL TAKE YOU OVER WITH ME"
NOTHING TO SPEAK OF!
Old Gent. "PRAY, MY GOOD MAN, WHAT IS THE MATTER?"
Confused Individual. "MATTER, SIR! GENLMN'S OSS RUN AWAY WITH A BROOM, SIR! NIVER SEE ANYTHINK LIKE IT IN ALL MY BORN DAYS! DOWN HE COMES THE 'ILL WITH THE SHARVES A-DANGLING ALL ABOUT HIS LEGS—KNOCKS A BUTCHER'S CART INTO A LINENDRAPER'S SHOP—BANGS AGIN A CARRIDGE AND PAIR, AND SMASHES THE PANEL ALL TO BITS—UPSETS A FEAYTON, AND IF HE 'ADN'T A-RUN UP AGIN THIS HERE CAB AND DASHED IT RIGHT OVER, AND STOPPED HISSELF, BLOWED IF I DONT THINK THERE'D A BIN SOME ACCIDENT!"
