Trundleben: Thank you, Sir Webley. I'm really very sorry it all happened—very sorry indeed.
Sir Webley: Very well, Trundleben, we'll see what's to be done. If nothing's known of him and his plays, you'll have to write and request him to withdraw his candidature. But we'll see. We'll see.
Trundleben: Thank you, Sir Webley. I'm sure I'm very sorry it all occurred. Thank you, Mr. Neeks.
[Exit Trundleben, waddling slowly away.
Sir Webley: Well, Neeks, that's what it will have to be. If nothing whatever's known of him we can't have him putting up for the Olympus.
Neeks: Quite so, Sir Webley. I'll call Mr. Gleek's attention.
[He begins to rise, hopefully looking Gleek-wards, when Jergins comes between him and Mr. Gleek. He has come to take away the coffee.
Sir Webley: Times are changing, Jergins.
Jergins: I'm afraid so, Sir Webley.
Sir Webley: Changing fast, and new members putting up for the Club.