The I.S. (suddenly returning, indignant). I say, they're letting in all sorts of people—barristers, and so on—at that other door!
Doork. Can't 'elp that, Sir; this ain't the other door—you should speak to them about it!
The I.S. (naïvely). Well, I have—and they told me to come here!
[General snigger, amidst which he departs in disgust.
A Small Office-Boy (with a strip of paper, tied with red tape). Kin I see Sir HALFRID ALLABYE a moment?
Doork. Sir ALFRED ain't in this Court—he's engaged in another case.
The O.B. 'Is Clurk'll do—it's 'ighly important—you better lemme in, I tell yer!
Doork. Send in a message for yer, if that'll do. (The O.B. says it doesn't signify, and bolts.) Young Artful! thinks he'll sneak in, and spend his dinner-hour there—but he don't!
The M.M. (who has been examining his card under a gaslight). I say, I've just found out that it wasn't "Please wait" that Mr. TANFIELD wrote on my card—it's "Please Admit!"
[A general titter of incredulity.