[CHOCOLATE watches her slyly out of the corners of his eyes;
    presently he puts the bottled-fan inside his blanket, and
    slouches off in a fit of pretended abstraction.

The Maiden (imperiously).  ‘Ere, come back, will yer?  Walkin’ off with my things like that!  Fetch it ’ere—­d’jear what I tell yer?  (CHOCOLATE lounges over the counter of an adjoining Bovril stall, and affects a bland unconsciousness of being addressed.  After awhile he peeps round and pats his blanket knowingly, and, finding she takes no further notice of him, lounges back to his corner again.) Oh, ’ere you are again!  Now jest you put that bottle back. (The Warrior giggles, with much appreciation of his own playfulness.) Look sharp now.  I know you’ve got it!

Chocolate (with another giggle).  Me no got.

    [He intimates that the person at the Bovril stall has it.

The Maiden. You needn’t think to get over Me that way!  It’s inside o’ that old blanket o’ yours.  Out with it now, or I’ll make yer! (CHOCOLATE produces it chuckling, after which he loses all further interest in it, his notice having been attracted by a small painted metal monkey holding a miniature cup and saucer.) Want to buy one o’ them monkeys? (She sets its head nodding at the Indian, who is gravely interested in this product of European civilisation.) All right, pay for it then—­they’re ninepence each.

[The Warrior plays with it thoughtfully, apparently in the faint hope that she may be induced to make him a present of it, but, finding that her heart shows no sign of softening to such an extent, the desire of acquiring the monkey becomes so irresistible that, after much diving into his robes, he fishes up three coppers, which he tenders as a reasonable ransom.

The Maiden (encouragingly).  That’s all right, so far as it goes; you’ve on’y got to give me another sixpence—­twice as much as that, you know.  Come on! (CHOCOLATE meditates whether as an economical Indian Chieftain, he can afford this outlay, and finally shakes his head sadly, and withdraws the coppers.) Oh, very well, then; please yourself, I’m sure! (CHOCOLATE’s small black eyes regard her admiringly, as he tries one last persuasive smile, probably to express the degree to which the possession of a nodding monkey would brighten his existence.) It ain’t a bit o’ good, CHOC’LIT, I can’t lower my price for you; and what’s more, I’m not going to!

    [CHOCOLATE examines the monkey once more undecidedly, then
    puts it gently down with a wistful reluctance, and drifts
    off.

The Maiden (calling after him).  You like to do your shoppin’ cheap, don’t you, CHOC’LIT?  Everythink for nothen’ is what you want, ain’t it? I know yer!