Polly. (Dazed at the sight of the notes) Sir, you are good to us. Oh, thank you, sir! Jim, the gentleman has given us three pound notes—— Oh, no, it isn’t! It says ten pounds—— Good lummie, this says on it twenty pounds, and this fifty pounds, and he calls it a trifle!
Second Man. Why, that’s eighty quid! Why wasn’t I run over?
Polly. God bless you, sir! He’ll reward you!
Horace. Oh, don’t thank me.
Second Man. There’s some good in these stuck-up swells, after all. Three cheers for the gentleman!
Dr. Chapman. Ah, here is the ambulance!
(Enter L. ambulance, doctor and policeman. They put wounded man on a stretcher and carry him off L. Cheering back at Horace, the crowd follows.)
Dr. Chapman. Let me shake you by the hand, sir. You’ve done a noble action. Thank God we have such men as you in England still! Good night, sir, good night! You’re a brick! (Exit.)
Horace. Brick? It was a stone just now. It’s all the same.