Spurr. He said he wouldn't take it off till he saw me. And I never saw anyone in such a mess with ink and flour as he was!
Lady Cant. Ink and flour, indeed! This rigmarole gets more ridiculous every moment! You can't seriously expect anyone here to believe it!
[Archie discreetly retires to the smoking-room.
Spurr. Well, I rather think somebody must have fixed up a booby trap for me, you know, and he happened to go in first and get the benefit of it. And he was riled, very naturally, thinking I'd done it, but after we'd had a little talk together, he calmed down and said I might keep his clothes, which I thought uncommonly good-natured of him, you know. By the way, he gave me his card. Here it is, if your ladyship would like to see it.
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[He hands it to Lady Culverin.
Lady Culv. "Mr. Undershell!" ... Rohesia, that is Clarion Blair! I knew it was something ending in "ell." (To Spurrell.) And you say Mr. Undershell is here—in this house?
Spurr. Not now. He's gone by this time.
The Others (in dismay). Gone!
Spurr. He said he was leaving at once. If he'd only told me how it was, I'd have——