CH. O. L. Lor' bless you, no. Don't you worry about _me_. SON. Could you see 'em from where you was? CH. O. L. I could see all the coachmen's 'ats beautiful. We'll wait and see 'em all come out, John, won't we? They won't be more than an hour and a half in there, I dessay. A PERSON WITH A FLORID VOCABULARY. Well, if I'd ha' known all I was goin' to see was a set o' blanky nobs shut up in their blank-dash kerridges, blank my blanky eyes if I'd ha' stirred a blanky foot, s'elp me Dash, I wouldn't! A VENDOR (_persuasively_). The kerrect lengwidge of hevery flower that blows--one penny! At a Parisian Café Chantant. SCENE--_An open air restaurant in the Champs-Elysées; the seats in the enclosure are rapidly filling; the diners in the gallery at the back have passed the salad stage, and are now free to take a more or less torpid interest in the Entertainment below._ _Enter_ TWO BRITONS, _who make their way to a couple of vacant chairs close to the orchestra_. FIRST BRITON. _Entrée libre_, you see; nothing to pay! Cheaper than your precious Exhibition, eh? [_Chuckles knowingly._ SECOND BRITON (_who would rather have stayed at the Exhibition but doesn't like to say so_). Don't quite see how they expect the thing to pay if they don't charge anything, though. FIRST B. Oh, they make _their_ profit out of the dinners up in the gallery there. SECOND B. (_appreciating the justice of this arrangement, having dined with his companion elsewhere_). Well, that's fair enough. [_Feels an increased respect for the Entertainment._ FIRST B. Must get their money back somehow, you know. Capital seats for hearing, these. Now, we'll just take a cup of coffee, and a quiet cigar, while we listen to the singing--you'll enjoy this, _I_ know! [_With the air of a man who knows the whole thing by heart; the Waiter brings two tumblers of black coffee, for which he demands the sum of six francs; lively indignation of the_ TWO BRITONS, _who denounce the charge as a swindle, and take some time to recover sufficient equanimity to attend to what is going on on the Stage_. [Illustration: FEMALE ARTISTE (SINGS REFRAIN).] FEMALE ARTISTE (_sings refrain_)-- Pour notre Exposition, Il faut nous faire imposition! &c., &c. SECOND B. (_who not being at home in the language, rather resents his companion's laughter_). What's that she's saying? FIRST B. (_who laughed because he knew there was a joke about the Exhibition_). Eh?--oh! I'll tell you afterwards. [_Hopes his friend will have forgotten all about it by that time._ SECOND B. (_pertinaciously, as the Singer kisses her hand, and rushes precipitately off stage_). Well, what was all _that_ about? FIRST B. (_who, upon reflection, finds that he hasn't the faintest idea_). Oh, nothing very much--more the _manner_, you know, than anything else--it's the _men_ who have all the really funny songs.