_Two hours pass. Scene changes to Epsom._ _Jones._ Hullo! You here? _Brown._ Hullo! And if it comes to that, you here, too? _Jones._ Well, I really found so little doing in town that I thought I might be here as well as anywhere else. _Brown._ Just my case. Not that there's much to see or do. Silly as usual. _Jones._ Quite. Always said the Derby was a fraud. But I am afraid, my dear fellow, I must hurry away, as I have got to get back to my party for luncheon. _Brown._ So have I. [_Exeunt severally._ * * * * * GREAT AND DESERVED SUCCESS.--LYCEUM.--The First Knight!! Sir HENRY IRVING in an entirely new character. _Mr. Punch's_ sincere congratulations. * * * * * BOOKMAKERS ON THE BEACH. (_A Sketch at a Sea-side Race-Meeting._) SCENE--_The Sands at Baymouth, where some pony and horse races are being run. By the Grand Stand, and under the wall of the esplanade, about a dozen bookmakers, perched on old packing-cases, are clamouring with their customary energy. The public, however, for some reason seems unusually deaf to their blandishments and disinclined for speculation, and the bookmakers, after shouting themselves hoarse with little or no result, are beginning to feel discouraged._ _Bookmakers_ (_antiphonally_). Evens on the field! Three to one bar one! Five to one bar two! Six to one bar one! Even money _Beeswing!_ Six to one _Popgun!_ Come on 'ere. Two to one on the field! What do you want to _do?_ [_The public apparently want to look another way._ _First Bookmaker_ (_to_ Second Bookmaker). Not much 'ere to-day! Shawn't get no roast baked and biled this journey, eh? _Second B._ (_with deep disgust_). They ain't _got_ no money! Baymouth's going down. Why, this might be a bloomin' Sunday-school treat! Blest if I believe they know what we're 'ere _for!_ _Third B._ (_after pausing to refresh himself, sardonically to_ Fourth Bookmaker). De-lightful weather, WILLIAM! _William_ (_in a similar tone of irony_). What a glorious day, PERCY! Sech a treat to see all the people enjoyin' theirselves without any o' the silly speculation yer _do_ find sometimes on occasions like this! (_He accepts the bottle his friend passes, and drinks._) 'Ere's better luck to us all!