Miss R. Don't know any Lord Mayor who lives underground—can't take it like this.
Officious Bystander. He means the Mansion House. I should think that would find the Lord Mayor without much difficulty, wouldn't it?
Miss R. (chillingly). Can't say, I'm sure. (To Servant.) Go back and ask your Master if he means Mansion House, to say so.
Germ. S. (blankly). He is goned avay—he vill not be pack undil efening.
Miss R. Then ask him, then.
Germ. S. I zink it vas imbortant—eef you gould dry at ze Mansions haus, berhaps——?
Miss R. I've no authority to put in anything beyond what's given me to send—if your Master will give an insufficient address, it's not my fault, and you can tell him so.
Off. Bystander (to Miss R.) But hang it all! There's only one Lord Mayor, in London at all events!
Miss R. How do I know it's for London at all?
Bystander. I should have thought you might have risked it!