LADY MOGTON. (_To the_ MESSENGER.) Is that the last?
MESSENGER. Generally is. Isle of Dogs!
(_He goes into the other room_.)
LADY MOGTON. (_To_ JAWBONES.) Do you know where Mr. Chilvers is?
(_There comes a bloodthirsty yell from the crowd outside_.)
JAWBONES. Not unless that’s ’im. (_He finishes for the time being with
the fire_. _Rises_.)
(JANET _enters_.)
LADY MOGTON. Was that you they were yelling at?
JANET. No, it’s Mr. Sigsby.
(_Another yell is heard_. _Out of it a shrill female voice_—“_Mind ’is
fice_; _yer spoiling it_!”)
The Woman’s Laundry Union have taken such a strong dislike to him.
(_A final yell_. _Then a voice_: “_That’s taken some of the starch out
of him_!” _followed by a shriek of laughter_.)
JAWBONES. ’E only suggested as ’ow there was enough old washerwomen in
Parliament as it was.