Podb. (absently). Oh, wonderful!—where? (Hums a snatch of a waltz.) Dum-dum-diddle-um-tum-dum-dum-dum-ty-doodle; dum-dum—I say, you don't seem particularly cut up?
Culch. Cut up? Why should I be cut up, my dear fellow?—about what?
[Before Podbury can explain, two Talkative British Tourists tumble up into the compartment, and he has to control his curiosity once more.
First T. T. Well, I 'ope we're all right now, Sam, I'm sure—these German jokers have chivied us about enough for one journey! (To Culchard.) Not in your way, this 'at box, Sir? Don't give yer much space in these foreign trains. (They settle down and the train starts.) Pretty bit o' country along 'ere!—puts me in mind o' the best part o' Box 'Ill—and I can't say more for it than that!
"PUTS ME IN MIND O' THE BEST PART O' BOX 'ILL."
Second T. T. (a little man with a sandy fringe and boiled-looking eyes). What I notice about the country abroad is they don't seem to 'ave no landmarks.
First T. T. (with a dash of friendly contempt). What d'yer mean—no landmarks—signposts?
Second T. T. (with dignity). I mean to say, they don't 'ave nothing to indicate which is Jack's property, and which is Joe's.
First T. T. Go on—they've as much as what we 'ave.