CHORUS OF FEMALE SPECTATORS. We shall see better here than what we did last Droring-Room. Law, 'ow it _did_ come down, too, pouring the 'ole day. I was that sorry for the poor 'orses!... Oh, that one _was_ nice, Marire! Did you see 'er train?--all flame-coloured satting--_lovely!_ Ain't them flowers beautiful? Oh, Liza, '_ere's_ a pore skinny-lookin' thing coming next--look at 'er pore dear arms, all bare! But dressed 'andsome enough .... That's a Gineral in there, see? He's 'olding his cocked 'at on his knee to save the feathers--him and her have been 'aving words, apparently.... Oh, I _do_ like this one. I s'pose that's her Mother with her--well, yes, o' course it _may_ be her Aunt! A SARDONIC LOAFER. 'Ullo, 'ere's a 'aughty one! layin' back and puttin' up 'er glorses! Know us agen, Mum, won't you? You may well look--you ain't seen so much in yer ole life as what you're seein' to-day, _I_'ll lay! Ah, you ought to feel honoured, too, all of us comin' out to look at yer. Drored 'er blind down, this one 'as, yer see--knew she wasn't wuth looking at! [Illustration: "OW, 'E SMOILED AT ME THROUGH THE BRORNCHES!"] [_A carriage passes; the footman on the box is adorned by an enormous nosegay, over which he can just see._ FIRST COMIC COCKNEY. Ow, I s'y--you _'ave_ come out in bloom, Johnny! SECOND C. C. Ah, they've bin forcin' _'im_ under glorse, they 'ave! 'Is Missis'll never find 'im under all them flowers. Ow, 'e smoiled at me through the brornches! [_Another carriage passes, the coachman and footmen of which are undecorated._ FIRST C. C. Shime!--they might ha' stood yer a penny bunch of voilets between yer, that they might! THE SARDONIC L. 'Ere's a swell turn-out and no mistake--with a couple o' bloomin' beadles standin' be'ind! There's a full-fed 'un inside of it too,--look at the dimonds all over 'er bloomin' old nut. _My_ eye! (_The elderly dowager inside produces a cut-glass scent-bottle of goodly size._) Ah, she's got a drop o' the right sort in there--see her sniffin at it--it won't take 'er long to mop up that little lot! JEAMES (_behind the carriage, to_ CHAWLES). Our old geeser's perdoocin' the custimary amount o' sensation, eh, Chawley? CHAWLES (_under notice_). Well, thank 'Eving, I sha'n't have to share the responsibility of her _much_ longer! 'ARRIET (_to_ 'ARRY). I wonder they don't get tired o' being stared at like they are. 'ARRY Bless your 'art--_they_ don't mind--they _like_ it. They'll go 'ome and s'y (_in falsetto_) "Ow, Pa, all the bloomin' crowd kep' on a lookin' at us through the winder--it _was_ proime!" 'ARRIET (_giggling admiringly_). 'Ow do _you_ know the w'y they tork? 'ARRY (_superior_). Why, they don't tork partickler different from what you and me tork--do they? FIRST MECHANIC. See all them old blokes in red, with the rum 'ats, Bill? They're Beefeaters goin' to the Pallis, they are. SECOND M. What do they do when they git there?