MRS. LEMMY. Don't 'ee du that, Bob. Yu must forgive'im, Ma'am; it's 'is admiration. 'E was always one for the ladies, and he'm not used to seein' so much of 'em. LADY W. Don't you think you owe us an explanation? MRS. LEMMY. Speak up, Bob. [But LEMMY only shifts his feet.] My gudeness! 'E've a-lost 'is tongue. I never knu that 'appen to 'e before. LORD W. [Trying to break the embarrassment] No ill-feeling, you know, Lemmy. [But LEMMY still only rolls his eyes.] LADY W. Don't you think it was rather--inconsiderate of you? LEMMY. Muvver, tyke me aht, I'm feelin' fynte! [Spurts of the Marseillaise and the mutter of the crowd have been coming nearer; and suddenly a knocking is heard. POULDER and JAMES appear between the pillars.] POULDER. The populace, me Lord! LADY W. What! LORD W. Where've you put 'em, Poulder? POULDER. They've put theirselves in the portico, me Lord. LORD W. [Suddenly wiping his brow] Phew! I say, this is awful, Nell! Two speeches in one evening. Nothing else for it, I suppose. Open the window, Poulder! POULDER. [Crossing to the window] We are prepared for any sacrifice, me Lord. [He opens the window.] PRESS. [Writing furiously] "Lady William stood like a statue at bay." LORD W. Got one of those lozenges on you, Nell? [But LADY WILLIAM has almost nothing on her.] LEMMY. [Producing a paper from his pocket] 'Ave one o' my gum drops? [He passes it to LORD WILLIAM.] LORD W. [Unable to refuse, takes a large, flat gum drop from the paper, and looks at it in embarrassment.] Ah! thanks! Thanks awfully! [LEMMY turns to LITTLE AIDA, and puts a gum drop in her mouth. A burst of murmurs from the crowd.] JAMES. [Towering above the wine cooler] If they get saucy, me Lord, I can always give 'em their own back. LORD W. Steady, James; steady! [He puts the gum drop absently in his mouth, and turns up to the open window.] VOICE. [Outside] 'Ere they are--the bally plutocrats. [Voices in chorus: "Bread! Bread!"] LORD W. Poulder, go and tell the chef to send out anything there is in the house--nicely, as if it came from nowhere in particular. POULDER. Very good, me Lord. [Sotto voce] Any wine? If I might suggest--German--'ock? LORD W. What you like. POULDER. Very good, me Lord. [He goes.] LORD W. I say, dash it, Nell, my teeth are stuck! [He works his finger in his mouth.] LADY W. Take it out, darling. LORD W. [Taking out the gum drop and looking at it] What the deuce did I put it in for? PRESS. ['Writing] "With inimitable coolness Lord William prepared to address the crowd." [Voices in chorea: "Bread! Bread!"] LORD W. Stand by to prompt, old girl. Now for it. This ghastly gum drop! [LORD WILLIAM takes it from his agitated hand, and flips it through the window.] VOICE. Dahn with the aristo----[Chokes.] LADY W. Oh! Bill----oh! It's gone into a mouth! LORD W. Good God!