Sir Rupert (to himself). There'll be no harm in letting him stay, now he is here. If Rohesia objects, she's got nobody but herself to blame for it!
Spurrell (to himself). They won't want to keep me upstairs much longer after this! (Tredwell enters, and seems to have something of importance to communicate to Sir Rupert in private.) I wonder what the dooce is up now!
[Partial reaction in company.
PART XIX
UNEARNED INCREMENT
Sir Rupert (to Tredwell). Well, what is it?
Tredwell (in an undertone). With reference to the party, Sir Rupert, as represents himself to have come down to see the 'orse, I——
Sir Rupert (aloud). You mean Mr. Spurrell? It's all right. Mr. Spurrell will see the horse to-morrow. (Tredwell disguises his utter bewilderment.) By the way, we expected a Mr. —— What did you say the name was, my dear?... Undershell? To be sure, a Mr. Undershell, to have been here in time for dinner. Do you know why he has been unable to come before this?
Tredwell (to himself). Do I know? Oh, Lor! (Aloud.) I—I believe he have arrived, Sir Rupert.
Sir Rupert. So I understand from Mr. Spurrell. Is he here still?