The E. G. (brimming over with happy laughter). I dunno!
Pol. (deciding to work on his fears). Don't you? Well, I do, then. I know where you're goin' to—ah, and where you'll be, too, afore you're much older—the station-'us!—(with a slight lapse into jocularity, in concession to his audience)—"for one night honly"—that's your direction, unless you look out. (With virtuous indignation.) 'Ere are you—calling yourself a gentleman, and old enough to know better—riding in this man's keb, and trying to bilk him out of his money. Why, you ought to be ashamed o' yourself!
A Funny Onlooker. Now, Policeman, why do you interfere? Why can't you leave them to settle it between them?
Pol. (turning on him with awful dignity). I don't want no suggestions from you, Sir. I know my dooty, and them as tries to obstruck me'll get no good by it. I'm not 'ere to take one man's part more than another.
Cabman. Well, ain't you goin' to do something now you are here? What's the good of a Copper if he won't 'elp a man to git his rights, eh?
[Murmurs of sympathy from Crowd.
Pol. Now, you mind yourself—that's what you'd better do, or you'll be gitting into trouble next! I've told you I can't interfere one way or the other; and—(generally, to Crowd)—you must pass along 'ere, please, or I shall 'ave to make yer.
Crowd (to Eld. G.). Give the man his money, can't yer? Pay 'im!
Cabman. Come, look sharp! Just you pay me!
The E. G. How c'n I pay, man? P'fectly 'shurd! Go to bleeshes!