"Mr. Smillie still stands irresolute, running his fingers through his hair.
Chorus of Mineowners (pointing at him).
Ruffled hair requires, I ween,
Something in the brilliantine
Or else in the pomatum line.
How shall we devise a balm
Mr. Smillie's locks to calm?
Hullo! here comes the Datum-Line!
Enter Datum-Line. (? can Datum-Line be personified? ? comic. ? check trousers. ? red whiskers.)"
Nothing more has been written, and it must have been at this point, I suppose, that Titterby got up and assaulted his piano. It all seems very sad.