The things we do!

How de do, Jim? I say, you couldn't give a feller a drink
of beer, could yer, Muncontour? It was precious wet last night, I can
tell you. 'Ad to stop for three hours at the Napolitum Embassy, when we
was a dancing. Me and some chaps went into Bob Parsom's and had a drain.
Old Cat came out and couldn't find her carriage, not by no means, could
she, Tommy? Blest if I didn't nearly drive her into a wegetable-cart. I
was so uncommon scruey! Who's this a-hentering at your pot-coshare?
Billy, my fine feller!
Clive Newcome (by the most singular coincidence). Madame la Princesse?
Lackey. We, munseer. (He rings a bell: the gentleman in black appears as
before on the landing-place up the stair.)
[Exit Clive.
Backystopper. I say, Bill: is that young chap often a-coming about here?
They'd run pretty in a curricle, wouldn't they? Miss N. and Master N.
Quiet, old woman! Jest look to that mare's ead, will you, Billy? He's a
fine young feller, that is.


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