(Two gentlemen and a lady come out.)
Tramp. Beg pardon, sir. Look what we’ve done. Ain’t it nice and handy for the lady? (Less cheerily.)
Horace. (Rather more forcibly) See what we’ve done. Ain’t it nice and handy for the lady?
Second Gentleman. All muffled up or I would— (Exit with others of the party.)
Horace. I’ve said the same thing myself a dozen times.
Tramp. Ain’t making our fortunes, are we, partner?
Horace. The stingy brutes! Never mind, we’ll try again.
(Sir Edward Vivian and two ladies come out.)
Tramp. We cleared the snow away for you, sir. Can’t you spare us a trifle, sir?