Polly. Can't think what's the matter with Randolph this morning. That's 'is fifth slice of lemon, and 'e's as fierce and 'ungry as ever.
Alfred (gaily). Never mind the whitebait now, sweet'eart, when we're going to be spliced this afternoon. 'Ullo, 'ere 's Bill.
Enter Bill.
Bill. Wot cher, Alf! The guv'nor wants yer. (Exit Alfred hastily.) And now, Polly, my girl, wot's all this about marrying Alf when you're engaged to me?
Polly. Oh, Bill, I'm sorry. Do let me off. I love Alfred.
Bill. I'll let yer off all right.
[He goes towards Randolph's stable.
Polly (shrieking). Bill! Wotcher doing?
Bill (opening the stable door). Just giving Randolph a bit of a run like. 'E wants exercise.
[Randolph, the fiercest of the whitebait, dashes out and springs at Polly's throat.