Polly. You! 'Oo are you? You're on'y his brother, you are. It's different, his sending one to FLO.
Mr. H. (not altogether relishing this last suggestion). Ah, well, I dessay I shall go out there myself, some day.
[Looks at Miss FLO, to see how she likes that.
Flo. Yes, you'd better. It would make you quite a man, wouldn't it? [Both girls titter.
Mr. H. (nettled). 'Ere, I say, I'm off. Good-bye! Come on, ALF!
[Fausse sortie.
Polly. No, don't go away yet. Shall you take 'er out with you, ERNIE, eh?
Mr. H. What 'er? I don't know any 'er.
Polly (archly). Oh, you think we 'aven't 'eard. 'Er where you live now. We know all about it!
Mr. H. Then you know more than what I do. There's nothing between me and anybody where I live. But I'm going out to Ostralia, though. I've saved up 'alf of what I want already.