"Only the moon espies our bliss, Through the conscious clusters of clematis, Shedding star-sweet showers. To-morrow the world will have gone amiss-- Now we are face by face, love, I thrill to your kiss-- So let us remember naught but this: That To-night is ours! Yes, this passionate, perilous, exquisite night--is Ours!" _Several Voices._ Charmin'.... OTIS puts so much real feeling into all his songs ... quite a little gem! &c., &c. _Lady Damp._ I should have thought myself that it was rather advanced--for an East-End audience---- _Mrs. Tuberose_ (_nettled_). Really, dear Lady DAMPIER, if people see nothing to object in it _here_, I don't see why they should be more particular at the East-End! _Mrs. Flitt._ Oh no,--and as if it matters what the _words_ are in a song. I daresay if one heard _their_ songs----Now we want another song--something as different as possible. _Mr. Gardinier._ Heard a capital song at the "Pav." the other night--something about a Cock-eyed Kipper. Just suit my voice. I could easily get the words and music, and do that for you--if you like. _Several Voices._ A Cock-eyed Kipper! It sounds too killing! Oh, we must have that! _Lady Damp._ Might I ask what kind of creature a--a "Cock-eyed Kipper" may be? _Mr. Gard._ Oh, well, I suppose it's a sort of a dried herring--with a squint, don't you know. _Lady Damp._ I see no humour in making light of a personal deformity, I must say. _Mr. Gard._ Oh, don't you? _They_ will--it'll go with a scream there! _Miss Diova Rose._ Yes, poor dears--and we mustn't mind being just a little vulgar for once--to cheer them up. _Lady Honor._ I have been to the Pavilion and the Tivoli myself, and I heard nothing to object to. I know I was much more amused than I ever am at theatres--_they_ bore me to death. _Mr. Bagotrix._ We might finish up with _Mrs. Jarley's Waxworks_ you know. Some of you can be the figures, and I'll come on in a bonnet and shawl as _Mrs. Jarley_, and wind you up and describe you. I've done it at lots of places in the country; brought in personal allusions and all that sort of thing, and made everybody roar. _Lady Damp._ But will the East-Enders understand your personal allusions? _Mr. Bag._ Well, you see, the people in the front rows will, which is all _I_ want. _Lady Honor_ (_suspiciously_). Isn't _Mrs. Jarley_ out of _Pickwick_, though? That's DICKENS surely! _Mr. Bag._ (_reassuringly_). Nothing but the name, Lady HONOR. I make up all the patter myself, so that'll be all right--just good-natured chaff, you know; if any body's a offended--as I've known them to be--it's no fault of mine. _Mrs. Flitt._ Oh! I'm sure you will make it funny,--and about getting someone to preside--I suppose we ought to ask the Vicar of the nearest church? _Lady Honor._ Wouldn't it be better to get somebody--a--more in Society, don't you know?