Bobbie Patterson (to a "Doosid Good-natured Fellow, who doesn't care what he does," and whom he has just discovered inside a case got up to represent an automatic sweetmeat machine). Why, my dear old chap! No idea it was you inside that thing! Enjoying yourself in there, eh?
The Doosid Good-natured Fellow (fluffily, from the interior). Enjoying myself! With the beastly pennies droppin' down into my boots, and the kids howlin' because all the confounded chocolates have worked up between my shoulder-blades, and I can't shake 'em out of the slit in my arm? I'd like to see you tryin' it!
The L. O. L. (to a stranger, who is approaching the Princess's stall). 'Ere, Mister, where are your manners? 'Ats off in the presence o' Royalty!
[She pokes him in the back with her umbrella: the stranger turns, smiles slightly, and passes on.
A Well-informed Bystander. You are evidently unaware, Madam, that the gentleman you have just addressed is His Serene Highness the Prince of Potsdam!
The L. O. L. (aghast). Her 'usban'! And me a jobbin' of 'im with my umberella! 'Ere, let me get out! [She staggers out, in dead terror of being sent to the Tower on the spot.
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Tourist. "I suppose you feel proud to have such a Distinguished Man staying in your House?"