_Second Or._ Now, none of your chaff. Mind, you are the servants of
the public, and--

_Pol. In._ Yes--but don't deliver a speech to me--I am not a "Decayed
Washerwoman."

_Chorus of Indignant Females._ We should think not. It would be a good
thing if you were!

_Second Or._ Now, look sharp. We have been longer coming than we
expected. The cabs and omnibuses were so troublesome. Now, where shall
I stand?

_Pol. In._ (_considering_). Well, I think you would be out of the way
if you got up there, and spoke to them down below.

[_Points out elevated position in front of the National
Gallery._

_Second Or._ But they won't be able to see, much less to hear me!

_Pol. In._ Can't help that. The Commissioners of Her Majesty's
Works and Public Buildings don't provide telescopes nor yet
ear-trumpets.--_Bill_ (_saluting_). Sunset, Sir!

_Pol. In._ There, you see! Thought you would be too late. Time's up.
Glad to see you another day. But now--move on!

[_And the Police Regulations are obeyed. Curtain._