GENTLEMAN (angrily). All tickets ready! these railway companies are perfectly absurd, with their mania for examining tickets! (feeling in his pocket).
LADY (smiling). Another advantage of the good old coaching days!
GENTLEMAN. Yes, quite so! (feeling again in his pockets, one after the other). Ah! here it is—no, it isn’t—how very odd; now I’ve got it—no, I haven’t! (diving in his pockets again).
LADY. I’m afraid you’ve lost your ticket, sir.
GENTLEMAN. Oh no! I haven’t lost it—only I can’t find it!
LADY. You may have dropped it? (looking about on floor).
GENTLEMAN. Pray don’t trouble yourself; I shall be sure to find it—(aside) as soon as I’ve paid for another! (Aloud.) I’ll just speak to the station-master. Excuse me a moment? (LADY bows, GENTLEMAN exit at C., and disappears towards L. H.)
LADY. Poor fellow! no wonder he dislikes railways if he’s in the habit of losing his ticket every time he travels!
GUARD appears at door C.
GUARD (to LADY). Ticket, please, ma’am? (Takes ticket, and returns it to LADY.) Thank you, ma’am. (Seeing the GENTLEMAN’S bag, etc., on seat.) These things belong to you, ma’am?