Und. (faintly). Nothing—nothing. I—I feel a little giddy, that's all. I shall be better presently.
[He conceals his face.
Spurr. (in concern). It was having that basket down on your head like that. Too bad! Here, I'll get you some water. (He bustles about.) I don't know if you're aware of it, old chap, but you're in a regular dooce of a mess!
Und. (motioning him away irritably). Do you suppose I don't know that? For heaven's sake, don't speak to me! let me alone!... I want to think—I want to think. (To himself.) I see it all now! I've made a hideous mistake! I thought these Culverins were deliberately——And all the time——Oh, what an unspeakable idiot I've been!... And I can't even explain!... The only thing to do is to escape before this fellow suspects the truth. It's lucky I ordered that carriage! (Aloud, rising.) I'm all right now; and—and I can't stay here any longer. I am leaving directly—directly!
Spurr. You must give me time to get out of this toggery, old chap; you'll have to pick me out of it like a lobster!
Und. (wildly). The clothes? Never mind them now. I can't wait. Keep them!
Spurr. Do you really mean it, old fellow? If you could spare 'em a bit longer, I'd be no end obliged. Because, you see, I promised Lady Rhoda to come and finish a talk we were having, and they've taken away my own things to brush, so I haven't a rag to go down in except these, and they'd all think it so rude if I went to bed now!
Und. (impatiently). I tell you you may keep them, if you'll only go away!
Spurr. But where am I to send the things to when I've done with 'em?
Und. What do I——Stay, here's my card. Send them to that address. Now go and finish your evening!