Her twice-five roseal toes are cramped in dread,
Each maidly instep mauven-pink is flushing."
And so on, don't you know.... Now I'll read you a regular rouser called "A Trumpet Blast." Sit tight, everybody!
[He reads.
"Pale Patricians, sunk in self-indulgence, (One for you, dear Archie!)
Blink your blearèd eyes. (Blink, pretty creatures, blink!)
Behold the Sun—
—Burst proclaim, in purpurate effulgence,
Demos dawning, and the Darkness—done!"
[General hilarity, amidst which Lady Culverin enters.