Horace. (Quite boldly) Very likely.
Tramp. I thought I’d met you before. Ah, you have come down a bit since then. About ready for them.
(Footman at door and Lady and First Gentleman come out.)
Tramp. (Most cheerily) Cleared the snow for you, Lady. Made a nice path, Sir. (Touching his hat.)
Horace. (Faintly imitating and touching his hat) Cleared the snow for you, Lady. Made a nice path, Sir.
First Gentleman. Sorry I haven’t got any coppers. Do take an answer.
Tramp. Shall I call a cab, sir?
Horace. Shall I call a cab, sir?
First Gentleman. No, no! (Exit with lady L.)
Tramp. That was a frost. Here’s some more.