lates once—"Writin' 'is nime on my winder-pine! I like 'is cheek!" Then the warmth of the room, the pleasant lamplight, the good meal, have their effect, the atmosphere becomes more mellow.)
Mrs. Benn.—Wot about the Igency? Were you over there to-day?
Benn (his mouth very full).—Yes. Nothink there.
Mrs. Benn.—And wot about the plice as chauffer? Did you try there? (Benn, his mouth too full for speech, nods.)
Mrs. Benn.—Well, wot about it?
Benn (gulping down his mouthful).—The lidy thought I wouldn't do. She wanted someone who'd show off a smart livery. She thought I'd a kind of down-trodden air.
Mrs. Benn (angrily).—Oh the very ideer! I like 'er cheek. I'd down-trod 'er if I 'ad 'er 'ere! I don't know a man that'd set off a 'andsome livery better than you.
