Sir Webley: Well now, Trundleben; are we to ask the Olympus to elect a man who'll come in here with his pockets bulging with rabbits.
Neeks: Rabbits, and hares too.
Sir Webley: And venison even, if you come to that.
Trundleben: Yes indeed, Sir Webley.
Sir Webley: Thank God the Olympus can get its haunch of venison without having to go to a man like that for it.
Neeks: Yes indeed.
Trundleben: Indeed I hope so.
Sir Webley: Well now, about those plays. I don't say we've absolute proof that the man's entirely hopeless. We must be sure of our ground.
Neeks: Yes, quite so.
Trundleben: Oh, I'm afraid Sir Webley, they're very bad indeed. There are some quite unfortunate—er—references in them.