Polly. What, can't you see one you like,—not out of all this lot?
Mr. H. Not one. Plenty of 'ARRIETS! [Scornfully.
Flo. Ah! and 'ARRIES too. There's a girl looking at you, ERNIE; do turn round.
Mr. H. (loftily). I'm sure I shan't look at her, then. I expected a cousin of mine would ha' turned up here by now.
Polly. I wish he'd come. P'raps I might fall in love with him,—who knows?—or else FLO might.
Mr. H. Ah! he's a reg'lar devil, I can tell you, my cousin is. Why, I'm a saint to 'im!
Polly. Oh, I daresay! "Self-praise," you know!
Mr. H. (with a feeling that he is doing himself an injustice). Not but what I taught him one or two things he didn't know, when he was with me at Wandsworth. (Thinks he won't go until he has dropped one more hint about Australia.) As to Ostralia, you know, I've quite made up my mind to go out there as soon as I can. I ain't said nothing, but I've been meaning it all along. They won't mind my going at home, like they did ARTHUR's, eh?
Flo (in a tone of cordial assent). Oh no, of course not. It isn't as if you were 'im, is it?