SCHNIPPS. Dibbs! Oh, yes—he was the other bad gustomer I was talking about, but I got to Bimligo just in time to stop him.
O’WALKER. Stop him?
SCHNIPPS. Yes, as he was getting into a cab; de police have got him and everybody will have dere money back.
O’WALKER. Schnipps, come to my arms, but for you I should have lost a fortune; and to prove my gratitude, you shall instantly make me thirteen suits of clothes, and what’s more, you shall put them down on the bill. (SCHNIPPS about to remonstrate) Not a word! I’m indebted to you—I’ve paid you and I’m satisfied—I don’t know why I should be, but I am!
BROWN. Then, as I said before——
VOICE. (outside) Now then—Islington! Holloway!
BROWN. There’s the Holloway omnibus, come along!
O’WALKER. Never mind, we’ll take a cab, there are only five of us—the three ladies inside, myself on the box, and you on the top, that’s settled—now we’re off!—no we ain’t—one moment—one word of advice before we part—instead of “Waiting for an Omnibus in the Lowther Arcade on a Rainy Day” recollect there is an establishment a few doors higher up, whose hospitable doors open every evening at seven o’clock to all classes of Her Majesty’s subjects, who’ve got money enough to pay for their admission—I needn’t say, I mean the Theatre Royal, Adelphi!
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| SCHNIPPS. | MRS. JELLICOE. | O’WALKER. | FANNY. | BROWN. | PATTY. |
Curtain.