SCENE XXVIII.--_The Verney Chamber._

_Undershell_ (_in the dressing-room, to himself_). I wonder how long

I've been locked up here--it seems hours! I almost hope they've

forgotten me altogether.... Someone has come in.... If it should be Sir

RUPERT!! Great Heavens, what a situation to be found in by one's

host!... Perhaps it's only that fellow SPURRELL; if so, there's a

chance. (_The door is unlocked by_ TREDWELL, _who has lighted the

candles on the dressing-table_.) It's the butler again. Well, I shall

soon know the worst! (_He steps out, blinking, with as much dignity as

possible_.) Perhaps you will kindly inform me why I have been subjected

to this indignity?

_Tred._ (_in perturbation_). I think Mr. UNDERSHELL, Sir, in common

fairness, you'll admit as you've mainly yourself to thank for any

mistakes that have occurred; for which I 'asten to express my pussonal

regret.

_Und._ So long as you realise that you have made a mistake, I am willing

to overlook it, on condition that you help me to get away from this

place without your master and mistress's knowledge.

_Tred._ It's too late, Sir. They know you're 'ere!

_Und._ They know! Then there's no time to be lost. I must leave this

moment!

_Tred._ No, Sir, excuse me; but you can't hardly do that _now_. I was to

say that Sir RUPERT and the ladies would be glad to see you in the

Droring Room himmediate.

_Und._ Man alive! do you imagine anything would induce me to meet them

now, after the humiliations I have been compelled to suffer under this

roof?

_Tred._ If you would prefer anything that has taken place in the Room,

Sir, or in the stables to be 'ushed up----

_Und._ Prefer it! If it were only possible! But they know--they _know!_

What's the use of talking like that?

_Tred._ (_to himself_). I know where I am now! (_Aloud._) They know

nothink up to the present, Mr. UNDERSHELL, nor yet I see no occasion why

they should--leastwise from any of _Us_.

_Und._ But they know I'm here; how am I to account for all the time----?

_Tred._ Excuse me. Sir. I thought of that, and it occurred to me as it

might be more agreeable to your feelings, Sir, if I conveyed an

impression that you had only just arrived--'aving missed your train,

Sir.

_Und._ (_overjoyed_). How am I to thank you? that was really most

discreet of you--most considerate!

_Tred._ I am truly rejoiced to hear you say so, Sir. And I'll take care

nothing leaks out. And if you'll be kind enough to follow me to the

Droring Room, the ladies are waiting to see you.

_Und._ (_to himself_). I may actually meet Lady MAISIE MULL after all!

(_Aloud, recollecting his condition_.) But I can't go down like this.

I'm in such a horrible mess!

_Tred._ I reelly don't perceive it, Sir; there's a little white on your

coat-collar behind. Allow me--there, it's off now. (_He gives him a

hand-glass._) If you'd like to see for yourself.

_Und._ (_to himself as he looks_). A little pallor, that's all. I am

more presentable than I could have hoped. (_Aloud._) Have the kindness

to take me to Lady CULVERIN at once.

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