First F.S. It's all affectation—she could shut her eyes fast enough if she liked!
Second F.S. The 'Ipnotiser's coming round to her now—she'll have to go off now. (With a not unpleasurable anticipation.) I expect he'll make her do all manner o' ridic'lous things!
First F.S. Well, it will be a lesson, to her against making' herself so conspicuous another time. I shan't pity her.
The Hyp. (after a brief colloquy with Miss MANGLES). I see I am not likely to succeed with this Lady; so, with many thanks to her on behalf of myself and the audience for coming forward, I will detain her no longer.
[Applause, amidst which Miss M. descends to her seat in the body of the hall, with a smile of conscious triumph.
First F.S. (disappointed). I don't see what she's done to clap their hands about, myself!
Second F.S. Nor I neither—taking up his time all for nothing—depend upon it she wouldn't have gone up if he hadn't been so nice-looking!
First F.S. I wouldn't like to think that of her myself; but, anyhow, she didn't get much by it, did she? He soon sent her packing!
Male Spectator (to a Woman in front of him). Evening, Mrs. MIDGELLY—I see they've got your good man up on the platform.