BULLER.
Do—do take my Tarpaulin.
SEWARD.
Billy, your Cow-hide.
NORTH.
I need none of your gimcracks—for I seek the Sanctum by a subterranean—beg your pardon—a Subter-Awning Passage.
Scene II.
Scene—Deeside.
Time-Seven P.C.
North—Buller—Seward—Talboys.
NORTH.
How little time or disposition for anything like serious Thinking, or Reading, out of people's own profession or trade, in this Railway World! The busy-bodies of these rattling times, even in their leisure hours, do not affect an interest in studies their fathers and their grandfathers, in the same rank of life, pursued, even systematically, on many an Evening sacred from the distraction that ceased with the day.
TALBOYS.