A play was going forward within, that enjoyed great popular esteem, "The Holly Berries." Seeing that the pit was crammed, Algernon made application to learn the state of the boxes, but hearing that one box was empty, he lost his interest in the performance.
As he was strolling forth, his attention was taken by a noise at the pit-doors, which swung open, and out tumbled a tough little old man with a younger one grasping his coat-collar, who proclaimed that he would sicken him of pushing past him at the end of every act.
"You're precious fond of plays," sneered the junior.
"I'm fond of everything I pay for, young fellow," replied the shaken senior; "and that's a bit of enjoyment you've got to learn--ain't it ?" "Well, don't you knock by me again, that's all," cried the choleric youth.
"You don't think I'm likely to stop in your company, do you ?" "Whose expense have you been drinking at ?" "My country's, young fellow; and mind you don't soon feed at the table.
Let me go." Algernon's hunger was appeased by the prospect of some excitement, and seeing a vicious shake administered to the old man by the young one, he cried, "Hands off!" and undertook policeman's duty; but as he was not in blue, his authoritative mandate obtained no respect until he had interposed his fist.
When he had done so, he recognized the porter at Boyne's Bank, whose enemy retired upon the threat that there should be no more pushing past him to get back to seats for the next act.
"I paid," said Anthony; "and you're a ticketer, and you ticketers sha' n't stop me.

I'm worth a thousand of you.

Holloa, sir," he cried to Algernon; "I didn't know you.

I'm much obliged.

These chaps get tickets given 'm, and grow as cocky in a theatre as men who pay.