_A whitebait stud farm at Greenwich._ Polly _is discovered outside one
of the stables. Enter_ Alfred.
_Polly._ Can't think what's the matter with Randolph this morning. That's
'is fifth slice of lemon, and 'e's as fierce and 'ungry as ever.
_Alfred_ (_gaily_). Never mind the whitebait now, sweet'eart, when we're
going to be spliced this afternoon. 'Ullo, 'ere 's Bill.
_Enter_ Bill.
_Bill._ Wot cher, Alf! The guv'nor wants yer. (_Exit_ Alfred _hastily._)
And now, Polly, my girl, wot's all this about marrying Alf when you're
engaged to me?
_Polly._ Oh, Bill, I'm sorry. Do let me off. I love Alfred.
_Bill._ I'll let yer off all right.
[_He goes towards_ Randolph's _stable._
_Polly_ (_shrieking_). Bill! Wotcher doing?
_Bill_ (_opening the stable door_). Just giving Randolph a bit of a run
like. 'E wants exercise.
[Randolph, _the fiercest of the whitebait, dashes out and springs at_
Polly's _throat._
_Polly._ Help! Help!
_Bill._ P'raps Alfred will 'elp you--when 'e comes back. I'll tell 'im.
[_Exit leisurely._