Trundleben: He seems to write, Sir Webley.
Sir Webley: Oh, he does, does he? What does he write?
Trundleben: Well, I wrote and asked him that, Sir Webley, and he said plays.
Sir Webley: Plays? Plays? Plays? I'm sure I never heard ... What plays?
Trundleben: I asked him that, Sir Webley, and he said ... he sent me a list (fumbling). Ah, here it is.
[He holds it high, far from his face, tilts his head back and looks down his nose through his glasses.
He says—let me see—"Hamelt," or "Hamlet," I don't know how he pronounces it. "Hamelt, Hamlet"; he spells it "H-a-m-l-e-t." If you pronounce it the way one pronounces handle, it would be "Hamelt," but if——
Sir Webley: What's it all about?
Trundleben: Well, I gathered the scene was in Denmark.
Neeks: Denmark! H'm! another of those neutrals!