SCENE III.--_The back show-room.

Miss Juliana Smashaway surrounded by shopmen and apprentices, all presenting various articles, and anxious individually to attract attention.

_Miss S._--Lord, what nice men! their words are sweet as honey; And, stranger still, they won't take ready money. I fork'd a five-pound flimsy out in vain-- They're civil men, and I'll look in again.

_Snags_ (_beseechingly_).--Madam, your card?

_Mags_ (_with deep emotion_). And, might I humbly press For Miss Juliana Smashaway's address?

_1st App._--Accept these gloves.

_2nd App._ This tabinet from me.

_Clipclose, jun._ (_enters hastily--appears thunderstruck--starts--pulls off a ring, and, rushing forward, exclaims as he presents it_,)

And this from your devoted Robert C.!

_Miss S._--Why, this flogs all, and Banaher's[103] beat hollow. Gemmen, adieu! (_She bows, retiring._)

_Clerks and Apprentices_ (_dolorously_).--She's gone!

_Mr. C._ (_passionately_.) And I will follow!

Exit Miss Smashaway; Clipclose after her. She jumps into a yellow cab, and he into a green one. Both start at a killing pace for Blackfriars' Bridge; yellow cab upsets a pieman, and green demolishes an establishment of "all hot." Clerks, shopmen, and apprentices strike their foreheads with considerable violence, and return behind the counters despondingly. Distant music from a barrel-organ. Scene closes.