[He resumes his seat expostulating.
Jimmy. Father, the gentleman behind is a pinching of my legs!
Jimmy's Father. Will you stop pinching my little boy's legs! He ain't doing you no 'arm—is he?
The Pinching Pittite. Let him sit down, then!
Jimmy's Father. Let the lady take her 'at off!
Murmurs behind. Order, there! Set down! Put that boy down! Take orf that 'at! Silence in front, there! Turn 'em out! Shame!... &c., &c.
The Husband of the O. of the H. (in a whisper to his Wife). Take off the blessed 'at, and have done with it, do!
The O. of the H. What—now? I'd sooner die in the 'at!
[An Attendant is called.
The Attendant. Order, there, Gentlemen, please—unless you want to get turned out! No standing allowed on the seats—you're disturbing the performance 'ere, you know!