I do, if the truth was
known. It's all on your account I called out to him.

_Mr. Hawkins_ (_coming up_). 'Ullo! so _you_'re 'ere, are you?

[_Stands in front of their chairs in an easy attitude. His
friend looks on with an admiring grin in the background,
unintroduced, but quite happy and contented._

_Polly_. Ah, _we_'re 'ere all right enough. 'Ow did _you_ get out?

_Mr. H._ (_his dignity slightly ruffled_). 'Ow did I get out? I'm not
in the 'abit of working Sundays if _I_ know it.

_Polly_. Oh, I thought p'raps _she_ wouldn't let you come out without
'er. (_Mr. H. disdains to notice this insinuation._) Why, how you are
blushing up, FLO! She looks quite nice when she blushes, don't she?

_Mr. H._ (_who is of the same opinion, but considers it beneath him
to betray his sentiments_). Can't say, I'm sure; I ain't a judge of
blushing myself. I've forgotten how it's done.

_Polly_. Ah! I dessay you found it convenient to forget. (_A pause.
Mr. H. smiles in well-pleased acknowledgment of this tribute to his
brazen demeanour._) Did ARTHUR send you a telegraph?--he sent FLO
one. [_This is added with a significance intended to excite Mr. H.'s
jealousy._

_Mr. H._ (_unperturbed_). No; he telegraphed to father, though. He's
gettin' on well over at Melbun, ain't he? They think a lot of him out
there. And now gettin' his name in the paper, too, like that, why--

_Flo_. That'll do him a lot of good, 'aving his name in the paper,
won't it?

_Mr. H._ Oh, ARTHUR's gettin' on fine. Have you read the letters he's
sent over? No? Well, you come in to-morrow evening and have a look
at 'em. Look sharp, or they'll be lent out again; they've been the
reg'lar round, I can tell you. I shall write and blow 'im up, though,
for not sending me a telegraft, too.

_Polly_. You! 'Oo are _you_? You're on'y his brother, you are. It's
different, his sending one to FLO.

_Mr. H._ (_not altogether relishing this last suggestion_). Ah, well,
I dessay I shall go out there myself, some day.

[_Looks at Miss FLO, to see how she likes that._

_Flo_. Yes, you'd better. It would make you quite a man, wouldn't it?
[_Both girls titter._

_Mr. H._ (_nettled_). 'Ere, I say, I'm off. Good-bye! Come on, ALF!

[_Fausse sortie._

_Polly_. No, don't go away yet. Shall you take _'er_ out with you,
ERNIE, eh?

_Mr. H._ What 'er? I don't know any 'er.

_Polly_ (_archly_). Oh, you think we 'aven't 'eard. 'Er where you live
now. _