THE BYSTANDER
He aint a tec. Hes a blooming busybody: thats what he is. I tell you, look at his boots.
THE NOTE TAKER
[turning on him genially] And how are all your people down at Selsey?
THE BYSTANDER
[suspiciously] Who told you my people come from Selsey?
THE NOTE TAKER
Never you mind. They did. [To the girl] How do you come to be up so far east? You were born in Lisson Grove.
THE FLOWER GIRL
[appalled] Oh, what harm is there in my leaving Lisson Grove? It wasnt fit for a pig to live in; and I had to pay four-and-six a week. [In tears] Oh, boo--hoo--oo--
THE NOTE TAKER
Live where you like; but stop that noise.
THE GENTLEMAN
[to the girl] Come, come! he cant touch you: you have a right to live where you please.
A SARCASTIC BYSTANDER
[thrusting himself between the note taker and the gentleman] Park Lane, for instance. Id like to go into the Housing Question with you, I would.
THE FLOWER GIRL
[subsiding into a brooding melancholy over her basket, and talking very low-spiritedly to herself] I'm a good girl, I am.
THE SARCASTIC BYSTANDER
[not attending to her] Do you know where I come from?
THE NOTE TAKER
[promptly] Hoxton.
Titterings. Popular interest in the note taker's performance increases.
THE SARCASTIC ONE
[amazed] Well, who said I didnt? Bly me! You know everything, you do.
THE FLOWER GIRL
[still nursing her sense of injury] Aint no call to meddle with me, he aint.
THE BYSTANDER
[to her] Of course he aint. Dont you stand it from him. [To the note taker] See here: what call have you to know about people what never offered to meddle with you? Wheres your warrant?
SEVERAL BYSTANDERS
[encouraged by this seeming point of law] Yes: wheres your warrant?
THE FLOWER GIRL
Let him say what he likes. I dont want to have no truck with him.
THE BYSTANDER
You take us for dirt under your feet, dont you? Catch you taking liberties with a gentleman!
THE SARCASTIC BYSTANDER
Yes: tell h i m where he come from if you want to go fortune-telling.
THE NOTE TAKER
Cheltenham, Harrow, Cambridge, and India.
THE GENTLEMAN
Quite right. [Great laughter. Reaction in the note taker's favor. Exclamations of He knows all about it. Told him proper. Hear him tell the toff where he come from? etc.]. May I ask, sir, do you do this for your living at a music hall?
THE NOTE TAKER
Ive thought of that. Perhaps I shall some day.
The rain has stopped; and the persons on the outside of the crowd begin to drop off.
THE FLOWER GIRL
[resenting the reaction] Hes no gentleman, he aint, to interfere with a poor girl.
THE DAUGHTER
[out of patience, pushing her way rudely to the front and displacing the gentleman, who politely retires to the other side of the pillar] What on earth is Freddy doing? I shall get pneumonia if I stay in this draught any longer.
THE NOTE TAKER
[to himself, hastily making a note of her pronunciation of "monia"] Earlscourt.
THE DAUGHTER
[violently] Will you please keep your impertinent remarks to yourself?
THE NOTE TAKER
Did I say that out loud? I didnt mean to. I beg your pardon. Your mother's Epsom, unmistakeably.
THE MOTHER
[advancing between her daughter and the note taker] How very curious! I was brought up in Largelady Park, near Epsom.
THE NOTE TAKER
[uproariously amused] Ha! ha! What a devil of a name! Excuse me. [To the daughter] You want a cab, do you?
THE DAUGHTER
Dont dare speak to me.
THE MOTHER
Oh, please, please Clara. [Her daughter repudiates her with an angry shrug and retires haughtily.] We should be so grateful to you, sir, if you found us a cab. [The note taker produces a whistle]. Oh, thank you. [She joins her daughter].
The note taker blows a piercing blast.
THE SARCASTIC BYSTANDER
There! I knowed he was a plain-clothes copper.
THE BYSTANDER
That aint a police whistle: thats a sporting whistle.
THE FLOWER GIRL
[still preoccupied with her wounded feelings] Hes no right to take away my character. My character is the same to me as any lady's.
THE NOTE TAKER
I dont know whether youve noticed it; but the rain stopped about two minutes ago.
THE BYSTANDER
So it has. Why didnt you say so before? and us losing our time listening to your silliness. [He walks off towards the Strand].
THE SARCASTIC BYSTANDER
I can tell where you come from. You come from Anwell. Go back there.
THE NOTE TAKER
[helpfully] Hanwell.
THE SARCASTIC BYSTANDER
[affecting great distinction of speech] Thenk you, teacher. Haw haw! So long [he touches his hat with mock respect and strolls off].
THE FLOWER GIRL
Frightening people like that! How would he like it himself.
THE MOTHER
It's quite fine now, Clara. We can walk to a motor bus. Come. [She gathers her skirts above her ankles and hurries off towards the Strand].
THE DAUGHTER
But the cab--[her mother is out of hearing]. Oh, how tiresome! [She follows angrily].
All the rest have gone except the note taker, the gentleman, and the flower girl, who sits arranging her basket, and still pitying herself in murmurs.
THE FLOWER GIRL
Poor girl! Hard enough for her to live without being worrited and chivied.
THE GENTLEMAN
[returning to his former place on the note taker's left] How do you do it, if I may ask?
THE NOTE TAKER
Simply phonetics. The science of speech. Thats my profession: also my hobby. Happy is the man who can make a living by his hobby! You can spot an Irishman or a Yorkshireman by his brogue. I can place any man within six miles. I can place him within two miles in London. Sometimes within two streets.
THE FLOWER GIRL
Ought to be ashamed of himself, unmanly coward!
THE GENTLEMAN
But is there a living in that?
THE NOTE TAKER
Oh yes. Quite a fat one. This is an age of upstarts. Men begin in Kentish Town with ?0 a year, and end in Park Lane with a hundred thousand. They want to drop Kentish Town; but they give themselves away every time they open their mouths. Now I can teach them--
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