1st Crier. Only ten sen! Only ten sen! Any buy?
2nd Crier. Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-eh!
1st Crier. [Nearer.] Only ten sen! Any buy?
Hiti. The next person who asks me if I’ll buy—I’ll murder!
1st Crier. [Intruding head.] Any buy?
Hiti. Get out—Mosquito!... Oh, Tikipu, you stagnant fool, do keep them out!
[Tikipu goes to shut door.
Nau. If honourable Shivering-fit has that door shut, long-suffering Foresight will go mad.
Hiti. Judging from its present whereabouts, Foresight will not have to go far.
Nau. Oh, brilliant, scintillating wit! What repartee!