_Culch._ Thank you. I trust it will--er--have that effect. (_To
himself, after the Young Lady has left the terrace._) Now, that's a
very superior girl--she has intellect, style, culture--everything the
ideal woman _should_ have. I wonder, now, whether, if I had met her
before--but such speculations are most unprofitable! How clear her
eyes looked through her _pince-nez_! Blue-grey, like Athene's own. If
I'd been with PODBURY, I should never have had this talk. The sight of
him would have repelled her at once. I shall tell him when I take him
that book that he had better go his own way with his new friends. I
shall spend most of to-morrow on this terrace.
SCENE--_The Conversations-Saal at the Wurtemburger-Hof.
Evening. PODBURY at the piano; BOB PRENDERGAST and his
sister HYPATIA seated near him._
_Podb._ (_chanting dolefully_)--
Now then, this party as what came from Fla-an-ders,
What had the com-plex-_i_-on rich and rare,
He went and took and caught the yeller ja-aun-ders--
And his complexion isn't what it were!
_Mr. and Miss Prendergast_ (_joining sympathetically in chorus_). And
his complexion _isn't_ what it _were_!
[_There is a faint knock at the door, and CULCHARD enters
with a volume under his arm. None of the three observes him,
and he stands and listens stiffly as PODBURY continues,--_
Well, next this party as what came from Fla-an-ders,
Whose complex-shun was formi-ally rare,
Eloped to Injia with ELIZA SA-AUN-DERS,
As lived close by in Canonbury Square.
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