[Undershell departs; is requested to produce his ticket, and spends several minutes in searching every pocket but the right one.
SEARCHING EVERY POCKET BUT THE RIGHT ONE.
In the Station Yard at Shuntingbridge.
Lady Cantire (from the interior of the Wyvern omnibus, testily, to Footman). What are we waiting for now? Is my maid coming with us—or how?
Footman. There's a fly ordered to take her, my lady.
Lady Cantire (to Spurrell, who is standing below). Then it's you who are keeping us!
Spurrell. If your ladyship will excuse me. I'll just go and see if they've put out my bag.
Lady Cantire (impatiently). Never mind about your bag. (To Footman.) What have you done with this gentleman's luggage?
Footman. Everything for the Court is on top now, my lady.