_ I must say, dear, you have the most perfect taste.
Well, he will be ungrateful if he isn't charmed with them! Absolutely
charmed!
_Second Mem, of the Pub._ (_louder still_). Will you be so good as to
say when the Mail starts for India?
_First Emp._ Oh, you _are_ in a hurry! (_To Friend._) Yes, I took
a lot of trouble in getting the gold beads. There is only one place
where you can get them. They don't sell them at the Stores.
_Second Mem. of the Pub._ (_in a loud tone of voice_). Again I ask you
when the Mail leaves for India?
_Second Emp._ And yet you can get almost anything you want there. Only
it's a terrible nuisance going from one place to another.
_Second Mem. of the Pub._ (_in a voice of thunder_). Silence! You are
an impudent set! You are calculated to injure the class to whom you
belong! I am ashamed of you!
_First Emp._ And who may you be?
_Second Mem. of the Pub._ Whom may I be? I will tell you! (_Throws off
his disguise_.) I am the Postmaster-General!!!
[_Scene closes in upon a tableau suggestive of astonishment,
contrition and excitement._
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