_Dolph_. They don't keep _his_ colour in stock--afraid o' losing their insurance policy. "Red or orbun's" the nearest they can get to it. (_He puts in a penny in the "Red" slot._) Here's old 'ECTOR. (_Reads._) "The Gentleman with long red hair is of a restless disposition, constantly roving." Keep your eye on him, LOTTIE! "Impatient and fiery in temper"--_'Old_ 'im, two of yer?--"but for all that, is kind and loving." You _needn't_ 'old him--it's all right. "He is passionately fond of the fair sex." What _all_ of 'em, 'ECTOR? I'm ashamed of yer! "He is inclined to timidity"--Oo'd ha' thought it?--"but by reflection may correct it and pass for a man of courage." You start reflecting at _once_, old chap! _'Ector_ (_ominously, to LOTTIE_). If DOLPH don't mind what he's about, he'll go too far some day! [_He breathes hard, then thinks better of it._ _Dolph_. Now it's CARRIE's turn. "Leave you out?" Couldn't think of it. Brown 'air, CARRIE's is. (_He puts in a penny._) "A Lady with 'air of a medium brown colour, long and smooth"--_Is_ your 'air long though, CARRIE? _Carrie_ (_with pride_). I should hope so--I can set on it. _Dolph_. That's nothing! So can Aunt MARIA set on _hers_! (_With a glance at that Lady's very candid "front."_) _Can't_ you, Auntie, eh? If you make a effort? _Aunt Maria_ (_with dignity_). I'll thank you to 'ave the goodness to drop your sauce, Mr. ADOLPHUS GAGGS; it's out of place and not appreciated, I can assure you! [_She walks away._ _Dolph_. (_surprised_). Why, there's Aunt MARIA got the 'ump--for a little thing like _that_! Let me finish with CARRIE. (_Reads._) "She is of an intellectual turn of mind." (_"'Ear, 'ear!" from FREDDY._) "Very fond of reading." Takes in _Sloper's 'Alf 'Oliday_ regular! "Steadfast in her engagements." 'Ullo, CARRIE! _Carrie_ (_firing up_). Well, have you anything to say against that? You'd better take care, Mr. GAGGS! _Dolph_. I was only thinking. Sure you haven't been squaring this machine? Ah, it tells you some 'ome truths here--"Although inquisitive and fond of prying into the secrets of others--" Now however did it know _that_? _Carrie_. It isn't there--you're making it up! [_She snatches the card, reads it, and tears it up._ _Dolph_. Temper--temper! Never mind. Now we'll try FREDDY. What's his shade of 'air? I should say about the colour of spoilt 'ay, if I was asked. _Carrie_ (_with temper_). You're _not_ asked, so you needn't give your opinion! _Dolph_. Well, keep _your_ 'air on, my dear girl, and we'll call FREDDY's "Fair." (_Reading card._) "A gentleman with this colour of hair will be assiduous in his occupation--" _Carrie_ (_warmly_). What a shame! I'm _sure_ he isn't. _Are_ you, FREDDY? [_FREDDY smiles vaguely._