_Bill_ and _Methyl_ have now been told that they cannot die until they have gone down and rescued all the people who have been left in The Lurch during their lives; so they are discovered standing on the hill preparing to go down to The Lurch. _Indigestion_ endeavours to dissuade them, saying that they had much better go down the other side of the hill into The Limbo. But the seductive figure of _Food_ intervenes, gorgeously dressed in aspic, and eventually prevails. At this point there is a jolly bit of dialogue.-- _Bill_ (_profoundly_). Food is good. _The Oldest Uncle_ (_I forget how he got there_). Food is very good. _Food_ (_mysteriously_). The food which you eat is good, but the food which you do not eat is better. _Methyl_ (_frightened_). What does she mean? _Bill._ I do not know what she means. _Food._ I do not know what I mean. _The O. U._ I do not know what the author means. _M._ Does anybody know what he means? _Indigestion._ He does not mean anything. _Bill._ Oh, oh! I wish he would mean something. _Ind._ He is pulling your leg. The next scene is The Lurch itself, a very horrible place, where we see all the people who have been left in it wishing they could get out of it; or at least we don’t see them because the whole place is full of a dense fog; but they are there, groping about and contemplating unutterably the opaque immensities of boredom. Their hands move visibly through the vast gloom, plying the instruments of Destiny; most of them knitting. You see, they are nearly all old maids. None of them can be got out of The Lurch until those who left them in it remember them and return. There are also, of course, large crowds of old men in all stages of decay. Many of them are Colonels who have been left in The Lurch by the Government and naturally there is no hope for them. It is all extremely sad. In low tones they do a little dialogue, like sheep bleating on the Mountains of Eternity. _The Oldest Old Maid._ Will he never come? _The Oldest Old Maid But One._ He will never come. _A Frightfully Old Man._ The fog is very foggy. _The O. O. M._ It is difficult to see things in a fog. _The O. O. M. B. O._ If he came I should not see him. _An Awfully Old Colonel._ You are lucky. _The O. O. M. B. O._ I am not lucky. _The O. O. M._ She is not lucky. _A. F. O. M._ There must be some mistake. _An A. O. C._ You are not waiting for the Government. That is what I meant. _The O. O. M._ Oh, oh! He meant something. _A. F. O. M._ There must be some mistake. _The O. O. M. B. O._ Oh, oh! Somebody is coming.