Podb. But I say, look here, Sir, we're going on, and you've got our place!
The It. G. Sank you verri moch. I 'ope so. [He blows PODBURY a kiss.
Podb. (with intense disgust). How on earth are we going to get that beggar out? Set the Conductor at him, CULCHARD, do—you can talk the lingo best!
Culch. (who has had enough of PODBURY for the present). Talk to him yourself, my dear fellow, I'm not going to make a row. [He gets in.
Podb. (to Conductor). Hi! sprechen sie Französisch, oder was? il-y-a quelque chose dans mon siège, dites-lui de—what the deuce is the French for "clear out"?
Cond. Montez, Monsieur, nous bartons, montez vîte alors!
[He thrusts PODBURY, protesting vainly, into the intérieur, with two peasants, a priest and the elderly Englishwoman. The diligence starts again.
AT THE ITALIAN OPERA.
