Lover of Liberty. Shame! Is a man to be punished for his opinions? Oh, England, England!
Person in Search of Sensation (disappointedly). Well, there doesn’t seem much doing,—so far.
Squalid Vagabond (recognising Stalwart Constable, whom he has apparently met before in a professional capacity). ’Ow are yer, pretty bobbish?
[Nods to show he bears no malice.
Stalwart C. (good-humouredly). I’m much as usual, thankee.
Companion Constable (to S. C.). Well, you do know some rough ’uns, I must say!
Stalwart C. Go on—that gentleman’s a West-Ender.
Professional “Hook” (to line of Policemen). So you’re ’ere, are you? Well, me and my pal must take our little prominade some hother arternoon, that’s all!
Sympathiser (to Loafer). And so you’ve actually been out of employment since last January? Monstrous! The Government ought to find you work!
Loafer. Jes’ what I say, Guv’nor. Let ’em gimme work, and I’ll do it fast enough. I don’t want ter be idle. I ain’t on’y my one trade to earn my bread by—but I’ll work at that, if I’m let!