Several Boys. We have not paid, but here’s our money.
6th Boy. Order there, I am marshal. All that have paid march off to the staircase, and take your seats there, one by one. March!
(As they march by, one by one, so as to display their dresses, Mr. Finsbury bows, and says,)
A thousand thanks, gentlemen. Thank you, gentlemen. Thanks, gentlemen. The finest sight ever I saw out of Lon’on.
Rory, as each lad passes, catches his arm, Are you a Talbotite or a Wheelerite? To each who answers “A Wheelerite,” Rory replies, “Phoo! dance off, then. Go to the devil and shake yourself.” [167] Each who answers “A Talbotite,” Rory shakes by the hand violently, singing,
“Talbot, oh, Talbot’s the dog for Rory.”
When they have almost all passed, Lord John says, But where can Mr. Talbot be all this time?
Burs. Who knows? Who cares?
Wheel. A pretty electioneerer! (Aside to Bursal.) Finsbury’s waiting to be paid.
Lord J. You don’t wait for me, Mr. Finsbury. You know, I have settled with you.