_Sardonic Spectator_ (_pityingly--to a Masker in a violent perspiration, who represents Sindbad carrying the Old Man of the Sea_). 'Ow you _are_ worrying yourself to be sure! _A Polite Stranger_ (_accosting an Individual who is personifying the London County Council by the aid of a hat surmounted by a sky-sign, a cork bridge and a tin tramcar, a toy Clown and a butterfly on his chest, a portrait of Mlle. Zoeo on his back, a miniature fireman under an extinguisher, and a model crane, which he winds up and down with evident enjoyment_). Excuse me, Sir, but would you mind showing us round you--or is there a catalogue to your little collection? [_The L.C.C. maintains a dignified silence._ _Pierrot_ (_critically to Cleopatra_). Very nice indeed, my dear girl,--except that they ought to have given you a serpent to carry, you know' _Cleopatra_. Oh, they _did_--only I left it in the Cloak-room. _A Man with a False Nose_ (_to a Friend who is wearing his natural organ_). Why, I thought you said _you_ were coming in a nose? _His Friend_. So I did (_he produces an enormous nose and cheeks from his tail-pocket_). But it's no mortal use; the minute I put it on I'm recognised (_plaintively_). And I gave one-and-ninepence for the beastly thing, too! _Young Man of the Period_ (_meeting a female acquaintance attired in ferns, rock-work, and coloured shells, illuminated by portable electric light_). Hul-lo! You _are_ a swell! And what are _you_ supposed to be? _The Lady in Rock-work_. Can't you see? I'm a Fairy Grotto. Good idea, isn't it? _He_. Rippin'! But what the mischief have you got on your shoulder? _She_. Oh, that's an aquarium--real goldfish. See! [_Exhibiting them with pride._ _He_. Ain't you lettin' 'em sit up rather late? They _will_ be chippy to-morrow--off colour, don't you know. _She_. Will they? What ought I to do for them, then? _He_. Do? Oh, just put a brandy-and-soda in their tank. _Later; Supper is going on in the Boxes and Supper-room, and the festivity has been further increased by the arrival of a party of Low Comedians and Music-Hall Stars. The Lancers have been danced with more abandonment, and several entirely new and original figures._ _The Chevalier Bayard_ (_at the Refreshment Bar--to a Watteau Shepherdess_). I say, you come along and dance with me, will you?--and look here, if you dance well, I'll give you a drink when it's over. If you don t dance to please me, you'll get nothing. See? _The Watteau Shepherdess_ (_with delicate disdain_). 'Ere, you go along, you silly ass! [_Hits him with her crook._ _A Gentleman who has obviously supped_ (_catching hold of a passing Acquaintance, whose hand he wrings affectionately_). Dear ole HUGHIE! don't go away just yet. Shtop an' talk with me. Got lotsh er things say to you, dear ole boy--mosh 'portant things! Shure you, you're the on'y man in the wide world I ever kicked a care--cared a kick about. Don't _you_ leave me, HUGHIE!