'I did so want to see the Mascot Moth, and the Ventriloquist.' 'How did you get here ?' was Robert's return whisper.
'How did you get to Egypt and to Tyre ?' retorted Rekh-mara.

'Come, let us leave this crowd.' 'There's no help for it, I suppose,' Robert shrugged angrily.

But they all got up.
'Confederates!' said a man in the row behind.

'Now they go round to the back and take part in the next scene.' 'I wish we did,' said Robert.
'Confederate yourself!' said Cyril.

And so they got away, the audience applauding to the last.
In the vestibule of St George's Hall they disguised Rekh-mara as well as they could, but even with Robert's hat and Cyril's Inverness cape he was too striking a figure for foot-exercise in the London streets.