Mrs. O. Take it away! Go and get my shoes ready, and my big sunshade, so that I can get out before the shops shut. [Exit Mee-Mee.] Tikipu, as soon as you’ve done what you are at, take round those lanterns; the labels are all on them. Don’t leave them at the wrong doors; and mind, whatever they say, you’re to wait for the money.
Olang. Yes, recollect you are to wait for the money.
Mrs. O. Now, Olangtsi, you can get on with your lecture, and be done with it before I come back.
[Exit into house.
[Signal passes between apprentices and craftsmen: they fold up their easels.
Olang. Gentlemen, your immediate and polite attention.... Where was I? What had I got to?
New. ‘Wait for the money’ was Eloquence’s last hopeful remark. It is what we are all doing now.
Olang. Silence!
Lil. Mr. Olangtsi, we do not want your lecture! We want our wages: those wages which, Apology begs to point out, are in honourable arrears.
Olang. Of course, of course! Well, you shall have your money. [They extend their palms.] Do you think that I am not going to pay you?