S._ Oh, is it? Then you might let Me 'ave a a'porth!
_First Girl_. BELLA, if you tell him, I'll never speak to you again.
[_As there is nothing particular to tell, Miss BELLA
preserves the secret._
_Mr. S._ (_reconnoitring his rear suspiciously_). There's nothing
pinned on to my coat-tails, is there? (_Renewed mirth from the
couple_.) Well, I see you're occupied--so, good evenin'.
[_Walks on, with offended dignity._
_Second Girl_. There! I _knew_ how it would be--he's gone off in a
huff now!
_First Girl_. Let him! He ought to know better than take offence at
nothing. And such a ridic'lous little object as he's looking, too!
What else can he _expect_, I'd like to know!... Don't you feel it
chilly, sitting still?
_Second Girl_ (_rising with alacrity_). I was just thinking. Suppose
we take a turn--the _other_ way round, or he might think--
_First Girl_. We'll show him others have their pride as well as him.
[_They disappear in the crowd._
_Mr. Spiffing_ (_repassing a few minutes later, with one of the young
Ladies on each arm_).
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