"Board-carrying?"
"Yes. Does it shock you? I am a sandwich-man by profession; a poet by accident."
"Oh! it can't be true!" cried Madge, passionately. "You—you, a sandwich-man?"
"I AM A SANDWICH-MAN."
"One and twopence a day is poor pay; but I assure you it's better than poetry."
"Some day——"
"Yes. I know. I have heard that so often. But one never comes up with 'some day.' Perhaps you are not ambitious?"
"No."
"How do you escape? It is in the air in London."