_Polly_ (_to FLO_). There's ERNIE 'ORKINS;--he doesn't see us yet. 'Ullo, ERNIE, come 'ere and talk to us, won't you? _Flo_. Don't, POLLY. I'm sure _I_ don't want to talk to him! _Polly_. Now you know you _do_, FLO,--more than I do, if the truth was known. It's all on your account I called out to him. _Mr. Hawkins_ (_coming up_). 'Ullo! so _you_'re 'ere, are you? [_Stands in front of their chairs in an easy attitude. His friend looks on with an admiring grin in the background, unintroduced, but quite happy and contented._ _Polly_. Ah, _we_'re 'ere all right enough. 'Ow did _you_ get out? _Mr. H._ (_his dignity slightly ruffled_). 'Ow did I get out? I'm not in the 'abit of working Sundays if _I_ know it. _Polly_. Oh, I thought p'raps _she_ wouldn't let you come out without 'er. (_Mr. H. disdains to notice this insinuation._) Why, how you are blushing up, FLO! She looks quite nice when she blushes, don't she? _Mr. H._ (_who is of the same opinion, but considers it beneath him to betray his sentiments_). Can't say, I'm sure; I ain't a judge of blushing myself. I've forgotten how it's done. _Polly_. Ah! I dessay you found it convenient to forget. (_A pause. Mr. H. smiles in well-pleased acknowledgment of this tribute to his brazen demeanour._) Did ARTHUR send you a telegraph?--he sent FLO one. [_This is added with a significance intended to excite Mr. H.'s jealousy._ _Mr. H._ (_unperturbed_). No; he telegraphed to father, though. He's gettin' on well over at Melbun, ain't he? They think a lot of him out there. And now gettin' his name in the paper, too, like that, why-- _Flo_. That'll do him a lot of good, 'aving his name in the paper, won't it? _Mr. H._ Oh, ARTHUR's gettin' on fine. Have you read the letters he's sent over? No? Well, you come in to-morrow evening and have a look at 'em. Look sharp, or they'll be lent out again; they've been the reg'lar round, I can tell you. I shall write and blow 'im up, though, for not sending me a telegraft, too. _Polly_. You! 'Oo are _you_? You're on'y his brother, you are. It's different, his sending one to FLO. _Mr. H._ (_not altogether relishing this last suggestion_). Ah, well, I dessay I shall go out there myself, some day. [_Looks at Miss FLO, to see how she likes that._ _Flo_. Yes, you'd better. It would make you quite a man, wouldn't it? [_Both girls titter._ _Mr. H._ (_nettled_). 'Ere, I say, I'm off. Good-bye! Come on, ALF! [_Fausse sortie._ _Polly_. No, don't go away yet. Shall you take _'er_ out with you, ERNIE, eh? _Mr. H._ What 'er? I don't know any 'er. _Polly_ (_archly_). Oh, you think we 'aven't 'eard. 'Er where you live now. _We_ know all about it! _Mr. H._ Then you know more than what _I_ do. There's nothing between me and anybody where _I_ live. But I'm going out to Ostralia, though. I've saved up 'alf of what I want already. _Polly_ (_banteringly_). You _are_ a good boy. Save up enough for _me_ too!