Podb. (collapsing). Frivolous! From her too! Oh, hang it all!
[He buries his head in his hands with a groan.
Miss T.'s V. Well, see here, Hypatia. I'll take your brother on trial for a spell, to oblige you—there. I cann't say more at present. And now—about the other. I want to know just how you feel about him.
Culch. The other!—that's Me! I wish to goodness you wouldn't make all that noise, Podbury, just when it's getting interesting!
Miss P.'s V. (very low). What is the good! Nothing will bring him back—now!
Culch. Nothing? How little she knows me!
Miss T.'s V. I hope you don't consider me nothing. And a word from me would bring him along pretty smart. The only question is whether I'm to say it or not.
Miss T.'s V. (muffled). Dar-ling!
Culch. I really think I might almost venture to go down now, eh, Podbury? (No answer.) Selfish brute! [Indignantly.
Miss T.'s V. But mind this—if he comes back, you've got to care for him the whole length of your boa—you won't persuade him to run in couples with anybody else. That's why he broke away the first time—and you were ever so mad with me because you thought I was at the bottom of it. But it was all his pride. He's too real independent to share chances with anybody alive.