CAPT. Oh, enchanting! To recline against the balustrade, and listen to the sighing of the sad sea waves. (barrel organ starts outside)
ETHEL. Oh, there’s that dreadful barrel organ. Please do stop it.
CAPT. (runs to window) There, there, my good fellow. He won’t stop. My good man, please—It’s no go. Stop that row, you noisy vagabond! He won’t stop.
ETHEL. Oh, I’d give him something. He won’t go unless you do.
CAPT. You’ll give him something, did you say?
ETHEL. I said, I would, if I were you.
CAPT. Oh, just so. Look here, you! I’ll give you—(organ stops)—into custody! (organ begins again) How much? He says it’s sixpence if he plays and eighteen-pence to go away.
ETHEL. Well, give him eighteen-pence.
CAPT. You’ll give him eighteen-pence?
ETHEL. He would not care for me. You’d better give it him.