seven o'clock before
A young fellow in pearl buttons was tramping along with a young girl in a tremendous hat . He snatched her hat off , she snatched off his ; he kissed her , she smacked his face ; he put her hat on his own head , she put on his hat ; and then they linked arms and sang a verse of the Old Dutch . Glory reproduced a part of this love-passage in pantomime , and Drake screamed with laughter . It was seven o'clock before they reached the outskirts of London . By that time a hamper on the coach had been emptied and the bottles thrown out ; the procession had drawn up at a dozen villages on the way ; the perspiring tipsters , with whom `` things had n't panned out well , '' had forgotten their disappointments and `` did n't care a tinker 's ! cuss '' ; every woman in a barrow had her head-gear in confusion , and she was singing in a drunken wail . Nevertheless Drake , who was laughing and talking constantly , said it was the quietest Derby night he had ever seen , and he could n't tell what things were coming to .