Voice. [Without.] Anything to shell to-day?
Enter Josi-Mosi.
Josi. Any bits, chips, scraps, rag, bone, old clothes? Not any? Mr. Olangtsi seems not at home.
New. Well, if he is you can’t see him. You take your judicious hook!
Josi. Don’t want to see him.... Shay! no honourable gentleman got nothing to—er—to—eh? Not got any old oil-skins, any old frames, any old lanterns, any old pictures not quite de fashion? ... any old ...
Han. Here! What will indigent Avarice give me for that?
[Offers damaged sign-board.
Josi. Well, if you wash to throw in a pair of old shoes to pay me for my trouble.... Yesh.... I’d take it.
Han. Humble but conscious Merit is much obliged. If it means no business, exalted Abasement had better clear out. There’s work going on here—see?
Josi. Work?