“A tenner?” says Bumpkin, “what’s thee mean, ten pun a week?”
“O my eye!” says the youth, “he gets more than that.”
“It be good wages.”
“Yes, but it’s nothing to what some of em get,” says Horatio; “why if a man can play the fool well he can get as much as the Prime Minister.”
“Ah, and thic Prime Minister can play the fool well
at times; it seem to me—they tooked the dooty of whate and made un too chape.”
“Who’s this?” asks Horatio of the waiter.
“Patti,” says the waiter, “at the express wish of the Queen.”
Bumpkin nods again, as though there was no end to the grandeur of the company.
Then comes another no less celebrated, if Horatio was correct.