THE NOTE TAKER [uproariously amused] Ha! ha! What a devil of a
name! Excuse me. [To the daughter] You want a cab, do you?

THE DAUGHTER. Don't dare speak to me.

THE MOTHER. Oh, please, please Clara. [Her daughter repudiates
her with an angry shrug and retires haughtily.] We should be so
grateful to you, sir, if you found us a cab. [The note taker
produces a whistle]. Oh, thank you. [She joins her daughter]. The
note taker blows a piercing blast.

THE SARCASTIC BYSTANDER. There! I knowed he was a
plain-clothes copper.

THE BYSTANDER. That ain't a police whistle: that's a sporting
whistle.

THE FLOWER GIRL [still preoccupied with her wounded feelings]
He's no right to take away my character. My character is the same
to me as any lady's.

THE NOTE TAKER. I don't know whether you've noticed it; but the
rain stopped about two minutes ago.

THE BYSTANDER. So it has. Why didn't you say so before? and us
losing our time listening to your silliness. [He walks off
towards the Strand].

THE SARCASTIC BYSTANDER. I can tell where you come from. You come
from Anwell. Go back there.