"WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU WERE MY TUTOR!"
[He roars.
Miss T. I guess it's not damp here—any. (To Podbury.) Now you're going to be Mary, and father and I have got to be the little lambs and follow you around.
[They go out, leaving Culchard annoyed with himself and everybody else, and utterly unable to settle down to his sonnet again.
IN AN UPPER CORRIDOR TWO HOURS LATER.
Culch. (coming upon Podbury). So you've got rid of your Americans at last, eh?
Podb. I was in no hurry, I can tell you. She's a ripping little girl—tremendous fun. What do you think she asked me about you?
Culch. (stiff, but flattered). I wasn't aware she had honoured me by her notice. What was it?
Podb. Said you had a sort of schoolmaster look, and wanted to know if you were my tutor. My tutor! [He roars.
Culch. I hope you—ah—undeceived her?