PATTY. Sweethearts, Mr. O’Walker! (drawing herself up)
O’WALKER. Ah! those were happy days. Greenwich in the morning——
PATTY. Greenwich, Mr. O’Walker! (horrified)
O’WALKER. Vauxhall in the evening——
PATTY. Vauxhall, Mr. O’Walker! (horrified)
O’WALKER. And then the polka—the delicious polka! (polking with his umbrella. Band plays a polka L.)
PATTY. The polka, Mr. O’Walker, just as if I ever—— (looking at O’WALKER dancing and beginning to move her feet about suddenly) That’s all wrong—bless the man, you never could do it right. (snatches umbrella from O’WALKER and flings it away—dances the polka with O’WALKER, till seeing BEADLE who appears L. she escapes from O’WALKER and runs off, R.)
O’WALKER. (suddenly) Good gracious! Dibbs! I quite forgot that scoundrel Dibbs. (snatches up his umbrella—opens it—starts off towards L. and runs up against BROWN who enters, L.)
BROWN. (advancing to the front and showing his clothes wet through) Soaked again!
O’WALKER. Well, the letters!