Will find their "lack of pence" supplied
By—a lac of rupees!
VOCES POPULI.
Scene—The Thames Embankment. Crowd discovered, waiting for Lord Mayor's Show.
Female Pleasure-seeker (whose temper is apt to be a little uncertain on these occasions, to her husband). We ought to have started at least an hour earlier—just look at the number of people here already! You would dawdle—and it wasn't for want of speaking to, I'm sure!
Her Husband (mildly). It certainly was not. Only, as the Show can't possibly pass for two hours, at least——
She. Two hours! Am I to stand about in this crowd all that time?
He (with a feeble jocularity). Unless you prefer to climb a tree.
She. Then, John, all I can say is, I wish I had stayed at home! (John murmurs a silent, but fervent assent.)