Oh, what a surprise! Won't they open their eyes?
To see us two back?
Oh, and won't they look black?
Oh, what a surprise! _Faust_.

The fact is, young gents, if you'll excuse me addressing you in prose, which I ain't a heddicated cove myself, but my gal's 'usband's uncle was a schoolmaster, only he caught cold in 'is eyes and went on the pension; very comfortable his place is in the harmsouses, which they do keep them neat and tidy enough to make one afeared to step over the door, and being long steps, 'tain't so easy for an old chap as 'as spent forty-three years come next Michaelmas in the country's service, bar six months for the dropsy and four for a broken leg, all on account of a homblibus slipping to the horf side and ketching me-- _Rem_.

Never mind about all that.

What is the fact?
_Faust_.

Ah, I forgot.