This familiarity
depresses him, and he moves away, feeling lonelier than ever._)
_ON THE TERRACE OF THE BURG. HALF AN HOUR LATER._
_Culch._ (_on a seat commanding a panorama of roofs, gables, turrets,
and spires_). Now this is a thing that can only be properly enjoyed
when one is by oneself. The mere presence of PODBURY--well, thank
goodness, he's found more congenial company. (_He sighs._) That
looks, like an English girl sketching on the next seat. Rather a
fine profile, so regular--general air of repose about her. Singular,
now I think of it, how little repose there is about MAUD. (The Young
Lady _rises and walks to the parapet._) Dear me, she has left her
india-rubber behind her. I really think I ought-- (_He rescues the
india-rubber, which he restores to the owner._) Am I mistaken in
supposing that this piece of india-rubber is your property?
_The Y.L._ (_in musically precise tones_). Your supposition is
perfectly correct. I was under the impression that it would be safe
where it was for a few moments; but I am obliged to you, nevertheless.
I find india-rubber quite indispensable in sketching.
_Culch._ I can quite understand that. I--I mean that it reduces
the--er--paralysing sense of irrevocability.
_The Y.L._ You express my own meaning exactly.
[_CULCHARD, not being quite sure of his own, is
proportionately pleased._
_Culch._ You nave chosen an inspiring scene, rich with historical
interest.
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