Sir Edward. Nonsense! The servants of the house cleared it.
Tramp. No, sir, we done it, sir. Me and my partner.
Sir Edward. You couple of impostors! Why, where are your shovels?
Horace. (Firing up) We cleared it, and if you don’t like it you can bally well walk in the snow! (Shoulders Sir Edward off the path into the snow.)
Sir Edward. You impudent loafer! Hi, Policeman! (Enter Policeman L.) This ruffian assaulted me.
Policeman. Come out of that, you two! I know you! You’re old hands! Be off, both of you!
(Tramp drags Horace away.)
Policeman. Cab, sir? (Very sweetly.)
Sir Edward. Thank you, Policeman. (Gives money.)
(Exeunt Sir Edward, ladies and Policeman L.)