First Lady. And tango boots! How thrilling!
They must have cost five guineas if a shilling.
Second Lady. Sh, dears! It eyes us hard. What can it be?
Third Lady. It would be spoke to.
Second Lady. Would it?
First Lady. Let us see!
Enter the Super-Char.
Super-char. My friend the butcher told me 'e'd 'eard say
You 'adn't got no servants round this way,
And as I've time on 'and—more than I wish,