A Loyal Old Lady (at the top of her voice—to Stall-keeper). Which of 'em's the Princess, my dear, eh? It's her I paid my money to see.
The Stall-keeper (in a dismayed whisper). Ssh! Not quite so loud! There—just opposite—petunia bow in her bonnet—selling kittens.
The L. O. L. (planting herself on a chair). So that's her! Well, she is dressed plain—for a Royalty—but looks pleasant enough. I wouldn't mind taking one o' them kittings off her Royal 'Ighness myself, if they was going at all reasonable. But there, I expect, the cats 'ere is meat for my masters, so to speak; and you see, my dear, 'aving the promise of a tortoise-shell tom from the lady as keeps the Dairy next door, whenever——
[She finds, with surprise, that her confidences are not encouraged.
Miss St. Leger de Mayne (persuasively, to Mrs. Nibbler). Do let me show you some of this exquisite work, all embroidered entirely by hand, you see!
Mrs. Nibbler (edging away). Lovely—quite lovely; but I think—a—I'll just take a look round before I——
Miss de M. If there is any particular thing you were looking for, perhaps I could——
Mrs. N. (becoming confidential). Well, I did think if I could come across a nice sideboard-cloth——
"You have lofty ambitions and the artistic temperament."