[He ascends the tower.
In the Belfry.
Podb. (arriving breathless, and finding CULCHARD craning eagerly forward). Oh, so you came up too? Well, can you see her?
Culch. Ssh! She's just turned the corner! (Vexed.) She's with Miss TROTTER!... They're sitting down on the grass below!
Podb. Together? That's a nuisance! Now we shall have to wait till they separate—sure to squabble, sooner or later.
Miss T.'s Voice (which is perfectly audible above). I guess we'll give RUSKIN a rest now, HYPATIA. I'm dying for a talk. I'm just as enchanted as I can be to hear you've dismissed Mr. PODBURY. And I expect you can guess why.
Podb. (in a whisper). I say, CULCHARD, they're going to talk about us. Ought we to listen, eh? Better let them know we're here?
Culch. I really don't see any necessity—however—(Whistles feebly.) Feedy-feedy-feedle!
Podb. What is the use of fustling like that? (Yödels.) Lul-li-ety!