Lady Cantire. Wait? Fiddlesticks! What! A famous young man like you! Remember Andromeda, and don't make yourself so ridiculous!
Spurrell (miserably). Well, Lady Cantire, if her ladyship says anything, I hope you'll bear me out that it wasn't——
Lady Cantire. Bear you out? My good young man, you seem to need somebody to bear you in! Come, you are under my wing. I answer for your welcome—so do as you're told.
Spurrell (to himself, as he follows resignedly). It's my belief there'll be a jolly row when I do go in; but it's not my fault!
Tredwell (opening the door of the Amber Boudoir). Lady Cantire and Lady Maisie Mull (To Spurrell.) What name, if you please, sir?
"WHAT NAME, IF YOU PLEASE, SIR?"
Spurrell (dolefully). You can say "James Spurrell"—you needn't bellow it, you know!
Tredwell (ignoring this suggestion). Mr. James Spurrell.
Spurrell (to himself, on the threshold). If I don't get the chuck for this, I shall be surprised, that's all!