He'll be chipper an' smart.—But, fur all he has riz,
He will open his heart And a bottle of fizz
Right away when he sees me! (Here you seem to detect a lurking doubt in the Sandwich-man's eye.) Hightoned, Sir? You'd better believe that he is!
I ain't feared o' no change: Jopp'll be jest as true!
[Stop abruptly, and stare glassily.
(In a husky whisper.) Blame my cats—but it's strange! (Take a step backwards.) What in thunder!... Jopp it's—YOU!!!
[With a shout.
(Crestfallen tone.) So ye're not on the boards, but between 'em! (Change to hasty and somewhat confused apology.) ... Ye'll excuse me—I've suthin' to do!
[Go off hurriedly, with air of a man recollecting an appointment.
It is hardly necessary to advise you that the effect you should aim at is the securing of your audience's sympathy for yourself—as the victim of such an unfortunate mistake—don't let them trouble themselves about the unseen Sandwich-man.