1[SCENE: Trafalgar Square. Dimly visible through the mist, a dozen people, Dorothy among them, are grouped about one of the benches near the north parapet.]
CHARLIE [singing]: ’Ail Mary, ’ail Mary, ’a-il Ma-ary – [Big Ben strikes ten.]
SNOUTER [mimicking the noise]: Ding dong, ding dong! Shut your — noise, can’t you? Seven more hours of it on this — square before we get the chance of a setdown and a bit of sleep! Cripes!
MR TALLBOYS [to himself]: Non sum qualis eram boni sub regno Edwardi! In the days of my innocence, before the Devil carried me up into a high place and dropped me into the Sunday newspapers – that is to say when I was Rector of Little Fawley-c*m-Dewsbury …
DEAFIE [singing]: With my willy willy, with my willy willy—
MRS WAYNE: Ah, dearie, as soon as I set eyes on you I
