Bitter Cabman. And mind yer, if he stops to call at the Pallis, it's sixpence for hevery kervarter you waits—Butcher.
Chorus of Cabmen (saluting the departure of the butcher's cart). Ya—a—ah! Cow Cross—Sharpe's Alley! Ya—ah!
[At this moment appears the Luggage of The Unprotected, followed by her disconsolate self. She is hailed by the Cabmen.
1st Cabman. Ollo—Marm—you've forgotten your pattings.
2nd Cabman. And there ain't no Cabs—'acos we're a takin' it hairystercratic, we are!
Cheery Porter (tumbling down the luggage). Now—Ma'am—if you look sharp—you'll soon get a carriage—I dessay.
Unprotected Female. Oh, but couldn't you help me—if you please!
1st Cabman (delighted with her distress). Here's furnitur! First floor to let with the sticks! What d'ye ask a week, Marm—for the use of the flower-pot?
Unprotected Female. Oh—how can you—man? Oh—will somebody call something. It's 38, Great Coram Street, by the name of Jones—and I'll pay anything!
Bitter Cabman. Oh, no—you mustn't go out o' the Hact! Sixpence a mile and no back fare—that's the ticket!