Eld. P. Quite so. Remember old pantomime song?—
"A little piece here, and a little piece there,
Here a piece, and there a piece,
And everywhere a piece."
Jun. P. And it might finish with author—no (refers to programme)—authors, Jerome and Philpott, singing—
"We are two merry, merry men,
Nobody precisely can find us out."
Eld. P. Exactly. Good night old boy. Better luck next time.
[Exeunt severally.