Susan Jane. But you are looking—I saw you. [A curious and deeply interested crowd collects around them.
Soldier. Honour bright, I ain't seen nothing. Are you going to be all night over this 'ere tomfoolery?
[SUSAN JANE puts in a penny, blushing and tittering; a faint musical tinkle is heard from the case, and the little fairies begin to revolve in a solemn and mystic fashion; growing excitement of crowd. A pasteboard bower falls aside, revealing a small disc on which a sentence is inscribed.
Person in Crowd (reading slowly over SUSAN JANE's shoulder). "Yus; 'e is treuly worthy of your love."
Crowd (delighted). That's worth a penny to know, ain't it, Miss? Your mind's easy now! It's the soldier she was meanin'. Ah,'e ought to feel satisfied too, after that! &c., &c. [Confusion of SUSAN JANE.
Soldier (as he departs with S.J.). Well, yer know, there's something in these things, when all's said!
IN DEPARTING.
A Pleased Pleasure-seeker. Ah, that's something like, that is! I've seen the 'Aunted Miser, and the Man with the 'Orrors, and a Execution, and a Dyin' Child—they do make you larf, yer know!
Second P.P. Yes, it's a pity the rest o'the Exhibition ain't more the same style, to my thinking!
A Captious Critic. Well, they don't seem to me to 'ave much to do with anything naval.