[The Old Guv'nor shakes his head at them with a knowing expression.
Cabman. Well, I shan't let go o' this 'ere bag till I am paid—that's all!
[Here a Policeman arrives on scene.
Policeman. Now, then, what's all this? Move along 'ere, all of you—don't go blocking up the thoroughfare like this! (Scathingly.) What are yer all lookin' at? (The Crowd, feeling this rebuke, move away some three paces, and then linger undecidedly.) 'Ere, Cabman, you've no right to lay 'old on that gentleman's bag—you know that as well as I do!
Cabman (somewhat mollified by this tribute to his legal knowledge, releases bag). Well, he ain't got no right to ride in my keb, and do a guy, without paying nothink, 'as he?
Policeman. All I tell you is—you've no right to detain his bag.
Cabman. Let 'im pay me my legal fare, then—two shillings it is 'e owes me. I don't want to hinterfere with 'im, if he'll pay me.
Pol. (with a magnificent impartality, to the E. G.). What have you got to say to that?
The E. G. (with a dignified wave of the hand). Shay? Why, tha' I'm shimply—a gerrilm'n.
Pol. (his impartiality gradually merging into official disgust). Well, all I can say to you is, if you are one, don't abuse it.... Where are you going to?