_Dick._ It's time 'Er Most Gracious come along, if she's goin' to keep 'er character. If she don't make 'aste, I shan't 'ave time to get 'alf a pint afore I go 'ome! _Bill_ (_sentimentally_). Ah, if she on'y knoo the anxious arts she's causin'! 'Ullo, see that bloke tryin' to climb up on the wall there? If I was one o' them sojers, I'd draw my sword and do a noble deed against _'im_, I would. He wouldn't want to set down on no wall arter _I'd_ done with him! [_By this time the two have secured a delighted audience--of which they are fully conscious._ _Joe._ Time 's very near up. 'ER MAJESTY ain't 'urryin 'erself. _Bill_ (_magnanimously_). Never mind. Now I _am_ 'ere, I'll stop _'Er_ time. I shouldn't like 'Er to feel that there was somethink wantin' to the success of the perceedins. They say Royalty never forgets a face! _Joe_ (_with the candour of intimacy_). She won't see enough o' yours to _forgit_, ole feller--you ain't used _much_ o' Pears' Soap this mornin', you ain't! _Bill_ (_in nowise pained by this personality--which is only too well founded_). Ah, it 'ud take "Monkey Brand" and Fuller's Earth to git it all orf o' _me_! (_There is a stir in the crowd; a Mounted Police-sergeant trots past_). There's somethink up _now_. They're comin'. I _will_ 'oller when the QUEEN passes. She's costed me a deal already, but she ain't got _all_ the money. I got three 'apence of it in my pocket--though, come to think of it, three 'apence laid out in pots o' four ale among three with thusts for thirty and loyalty laid on 'ot _and_ cold all over the premises--why, it don't go so bloomin' fur, and don't you forgit it! _Dick._ 'Ere come the Life Guards! smart lookin' lot o' chaps, ain't they? _Bill_ (_philosophically_). Ah, and when they done their time, them fellers 'll be glad to turn to plarsterin' or wood-choppin'--anythink to gain their liveli'ood by. There's the Royalties. I can see the people wavin' their 'ankerchiefs--them that's got em. _I_ want to wave somethink--'ere, lend me your bacco-pipe, will yer. [_An open carriaqe passes, containing personages in uniform._ _Dick._ 'Oo'll _that_ lot be? _Bill._ Why, that's the Markiss o' BRICKDUST--don't yer know _'im_? And the one in front is the Dook o' DRIPPIN'. Look at 'im a larfin. Ain't 'e a gay ole chicking? 'Ere's some more o' them. _The Crowd._ That is the Dook o' CAMBRIDGE. No, it ain't--that was 'im in the fust kerridge. Go on--that was the EDINGBOROS!... Why, I tell yer, I see 'is white whiskers! There's the Princess MAY! Which? 'Ooray! Lor, it's no good 'oorayin' _now_--she's gone by long ago. Well, I _am_ glad I 've seen 'er, any'ow! Who are them in the white 'elmets? Ostralians, I fancy. No, they ain't--they're Canadians. Then who is it in the fancy dress, with slouch 'ats an' feathers on? Forriners o' _some_ sort. Ain't them Indians dressed up fine? Here come the creams. _Now_ we shall see 'Er!