_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