"It's a drick." Nothing more could be got out of her than this.
The party stayed to the very end of the show, though the kinetoscope was the last number but one on the programme, and fully half the audience left immediately afterward.

However, while the unfortunate Irish comedian went through his "act" to the backs of the departing people, Mrs.Sieppe woke Owgooste, very cross and sleepy, and began getting her "things together." As soon as he was awake Owgooste began fidgeting again.
"Save der brogramme, Trina," whispered Mrs.Sieppe.

"Take ut home to popper.

Where is der hat of Owgooste?
Haf you got mein handkerchief, Trina ?" But at this moment a dreadful accident happened to Owgooste; his distress reached its climax; his fortitude collapsed.

What a misery! It was a veritable catastrophe, deplorable, lamentable, a thing beyond words! For a moment he gazed wildly about him, helpless and petrified with astonishment and terror.