Drys. Very well. I suppose you're going first? Consider the feelings of the Culverin footman at the other end!
Und. (as he fingers a first-class ticket in his pocket). You have a very low view of human nature! (Here he remarks a remarkably pretty face at a second-class window close by.) As it happens, I am travelling second.
[He gets in.
Drys. (at the window). Well, good-bye, old chap. Good luck to you at Wyvern, and remember—wear your livery with as good a grace as possible.
Und. I do not intend to wear any livery whatever.
[The owner of the pretty face regards Undershell with interest.
Spurr. (coming out of the Refreshment Room). What, second? with all my exes. paid? Not likely! I'm going to travel in style this journey. No—not a smoker; don't want to create a bad impression, you know. This will do for me.
[He gets into a compartment occupied by Lady Cantire and her daughter.
Tanr. (at the window). There—you're off now. Pleasant journey to you, old man. Hope you'll enjoy yourself at this Wyvern Court you're going to—and I say, don't forget to send me that notice of Andromeda when you get back!
[The Countess and Lady Maisie start slightly; the train moves out of the station.