Trundleben: Thank you, Sir Webley. I think I will. I don't walk quite as well as I used, and what with——
Sir Webley: What's all this we hear about this Mr. Shakespeare, Trundleben?
Trundleben: Oh, ah, well yes, yes indeed. Well, you see, Sir Webley, he was put up for the Club. Mr. Henry put him up.
Sir Webley (disapprovingly): Oh, Mr. Henry.
Neeks: Yes, yes, yes. Long hair and all that.
Sir Webley: I'm afraid so.
Neeks: Writes poetry, I believe.
Sir Webley: I'm afraid so.
Trundleben: Well then, what does Mr. Newton do but go and second him, and there you are, Sir Webley.
Sir Webley: Yes, a pretty state of things. Has he ... Does he ... What is he?