Sir Rupert (returning). Now, Mr. Spurrell, if you'll come upstairs with me, I'll show you your quarters. By the way, I've made inquiries about your luggage, and I think you'll find it's all right. (As he leads the way up the staircase.) Rather awkward for you if you'd had to come down to dinner just as you are, eh?
Spurrell (to himself). Oh, lor, my beastly bag has come after all! Now they'll know I didn't bring a dress suit. What an owl I was to tell him! (Aloud, feebly.) Oh—er—very awkward indeed, Sir Rupert!
Sir Rupert (stopping at a bedroom door). Verney Chamber—here you are. Ah, my wife forgot to have your name put on the door—better do it now, eh? (He writes it on the card in the door-plate.) There—well, hope you'll find it all comfortable—we dine at eight, you know. You've plenty of time for all you've got to do!
Spurrell (to himself). If I only knew what to do! I shall never have the cheek to come down as I am!
[He enters the Verney Chamber dejectedly.
In an Upper Corridor in the East Wing.
Steward's Room Boy (to Undershell). This is your room, sir—you'll find a fire lit and all.
Undershell (scathingly). A fire? For me! I scarcely expected such an indulgence. You are sure there's no mistake?
Boy. This is the room I was told, sir. You'll find candles on the mantelpiece, and matches.
Undershell. Every luxury indeed! I am pampered—pampered!