outside sayin', "May I come in?" I will now hendeavour to give you a
imitation of _Mrs. Willoughby_.

[_He cocks his hat rather more on one side, to indicate
feminine garrulity, and continues._

_Anti-Parnellite Irishman_ (_warmly_). Is it kape to the point? Oi
till that white-feeced an' black-hearrted loiar, TIM MURPHY, that if
he interrups me wance more whoile o'im in possession o' the chair,
oi'll step down an' call 'm to orrder by landin' 'um a clump on the
conk!

_Reciter Number Three_ (_who is working his way through a
bloodcurdling poem, with a hat on the ground before him_):--

And on came them maddened 'orses, with their foiery, smokin' breath;
As were bearin' the woman I lurved to a crule and 'orrible death!
[_Pathetically._
'Ow could I save my darlin' from layin' a mangled 'eap
On the grorss below where the buttercups blow, along of the innercent sheep!
(_Wildly._) I felt my brine was reeling--I'adn't a minnit to lose!
[_He strains forward, in agony._
With a stifled prayer, and a gasp for air, I--

[_Here he suddenly becomes aware of an overlooked penny
on the grass, and replaces it carefully in the hat before
proceeding._

_First Bystander_ (_discussing Physical Courage with a friend_). No,
I never 'ad no pluck. I don't see the use of it myself--on'y gits you