] This is a stale old trick, he merely--(_explains as
before. _) But you wait and see how I 'll score off him over it!

_Herr V.K. (to the_ M. in E.D). You are gvide sure, Sare, you leaf
nossing insoide of your 'at?

_The M. in E.D. (with a wink to his neighbours_). On the contrary,
there are several little things there belonging to me, which I'll
thank you to give me back by-and-by.

_Herr V.K. (diving into the hat_). So? Vat 'ave we 'ere? A bonch of
flowairs! Anozzer bonch of flowairs? Anozzer--_and_ anozzer! Ha, do
you alvays garry flowairs insoide your 'at, Sare?

_The M. in E.D_. Invariably--to keep my head cool; so hand them over,
please; I want them.

[_His Companions titter, and declare "it really is_ too _bad of him!"_

_Herr V.K._. Bresently, Sare,--zere is somtings ailse, it feels
loike--yes, it ees--a mahouse-drap. Your haid is drouble vid moice,
Sare, yes? Bot zere is none 'ere in ze 'at!

_The M. in E.D. (with rather feeble indignation_.) I never said there
were.

_Herr V.K_. No, zere is no mahouse--bot--[_diving again_]--ha! a
leedle vide rad! Anozzer vide rad! And again a vide rad--and one, two,
dree _more_ vide rads! You vind zey keep your haid noice and cool,
Sare? May I drouble you to com and dake zem avay? I don't loike ze
vide rads myself, it is madder of daste. [_The Audience snigger. _]
Oh, but vait--zis is a _most_ gonvenient 'at--[_extracting a large
feeding-bottle and a complete set of baby-linen_]--ze shentelman is
vairy domestic, I see. And zere is more yet, he is goot businessman,
he knows how von must hadvertise in zese 'ere toimes. 'E 'as 'elp me,
so I vill 'elp 'im by distributing some of his cairculars for 'im.

[_He showers cards, commending somebody's self-adjusting trousers
amongst the Audience, each person receiving about two dozen--chiefly
in the eye--until the air is dark, and the floor thick with them._

_The M. in E.D. (much annoyed_). Infernal liberty! Confounded
impudence! Shouldn't have had _my_ hat if I 'd known he was going to
play the fool with it like this!

_First Lady in Plush Cloak_. But I thought you knew what was coming?

_The M. in E.D_. So I did--but this fellow does it differently.

[Herr VON K. _is preparing to fire a marked half-crown from a
blunderbuss into a crystal casket_.

_A Lady with Nerves (to her husband_). JOHN, I'm _sure_ he's going to
let that thing off!

_John (a Brute_). Well, I shouldn't be surprised if he is. _I_ can't
help it.