gettin' on well over at Melbun, ain't he? They think a lot of him out
there. And now gettin' his name in the paper, too, like that, why--

_Flo_. That'll do him a lot of good, 'aving his name in the paper,
won't it?

_Mr. H._ Oh, ARTHUR's gettin' on fine. Have you read the letters he's
sent over? No? Well, you come in to-morrow evening and have a look
at 'em. Look sharp, or they'll be lent out again; they've been the
reg'lar round, I can tell you. I shall write and blow 'im up, though,
for not sending me a telegraft, too.

_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?