_Lady Cant._ Ah, _there_ you are, PHILLIPSON! Yes, you can take the
jewel-case; and now you had better go and see after the trunks.
(PHILLIPSON _hurries back to the luggage-van_; SPURRELL _returns._)
Well, Mr.--I always forget names, so shall call you "ANDROMEDA"--have
you found----The omnibus, is it? Very well, take us to it, and we'll get
in.
[_They go outside._
_Undershell_ (_at another part of the platform--to himself_). Where has
Miss MULL disappeared to? Oh, there she is, pointing out her luggage.
What a quantity she travels with! Can't be such a _very_ poor relation.
How graceful and collected she is, and how she orders the porters about!
I really believe I shall enjoy this visit. (_To a porter._) That's
mine--the brown one with a white star. I want it to go to Wyvern
Court--Sir RUPERT CULVERIN'S.
_Porter_ (_shouldering it_). Right, Sir. Follow me, if you please.
[_He disappears with it._
_Und._ (_to himself_). I mustn't leave Miss MULL alone. (_Advancing to
her._) Can I be of any assistance?
_Phillipson._ It's all done now. But you might try and find out how
we're to get to the Court.
[UNDERSHELL _departs; is requested to produce his ticket, and
spends several minutes in searching every pocket but the right
one._
[Illustration: "Searching every pocket but the right one."]