M. P.  Oh, yes; you can get as far as that, and we’ll give you something to eat and drink, and then you’ll be stronger.  It will really please me, if you’ll come; I’m like a child with a new toy, these days, and want to show new-comers all that’s going on.  Come along, and I’ll show you the pretty new hall they are building for our parish; it’s such a pleasure to stand and watch the lads at work there, as merry as grigs.  Hark! you may hear their trowels clinking from here.  And, Mr. Nupkins, you mustn’t think I stole those loaves; I really didn’t.

C. N.  Oh, dear me!  Oh, dear me!  She wants to get me away and murder me!  I won’t go.

M. P.  How can you talk such nonsense?  Why, on earth, should I murder you?

C. N. ( sobbing ).  Judicially, judicially!

M. P.  How silly you are!  I really don’t know what you mean.  Well, if you won’t come with me, I’m off; but you know where to go when you want your dinner.  But if you still owe me a grudge, which would be very silly of you, any of the people in the houses yonder will give you your food.  [ Exit.

C. N.  There!  She’s going to fetch some ferocious revolutionaries to make an end of me.  It’s no use trying to stop her now.  I will flee in another direction; perhaps I shan’t always meet people I’ve sentenced.

[ As he is going he runs up against William Joyce, once Socialist Ensign, entering from the other side.

William Joyce.  Hilloa, citizen! look out! ( looking at him )  But I say, what’s the matter with you?  You are queerly rigged.  Why, I haven’t seen a man in such a condition for many a long day.  You’re like an ancient ruin, a dream of past times.  No, really I don’t mean to hurt your feelings.  Can I do anything to help you?

[C. N. covers his face with his hands and moans.

W. J.  Hilloa!  Why, I’m blessed if it isn’t the old bird who was on the bench that morning, sentencing comrade Jack!  What’s he been doing, I wonder?  I say, don’t you remember me, citizen?  I’m the character who came in with the red flag that morning when you were playing the last of your queer games up yonder.  Cheer up, man! we’ll find something for you to do, though you have been so badly educated.