Podb. But that cousin of hers—Charley, you know—how about him?
Culch. I put that to her, and there is nothing in it. In fact, she practically admitted—(He glances round and lowers his voice.) I will tell you another time. That lady over there is looking at us, and I'm almost certain——
Podb. What if she is, she don't understand a word we're saying. I want to hear all about Her, you know.
Culch. My dear Podbury, we shall have ample time to talk about her while we are at Nuremberg together—it will be the greatest pleasure to me to do so as long as you please.
Podb. Thanks, old chap! I'd no idea you were doing all this, you know. But just tell me this, what did she say about me?
Culch. (mystified). About you? I really don't recollect that she mentioned you particularly.
Podb. (puzzled). But I thought you said you'd been speaking up for me! What did you talk about then?
Culch. Well, about myself—naturally.
[He settles his collar with a vague satisfaction.
Podb. (blankly). Oh! Then you haven't been arranging to meet her again on my account?