_Bill_ and his party come in on all-fours. You cannot see them because of the fog, but you can hear them coughing. It is terrible. There is a scene of intense intensity while _Bill Tyl_ and _Methyl_ crawl about trying to find the people they have come to find. _Bill_ keeps finding the _Awfully Old Colonel_ by mistake, and this causes a great deal of emotion. The one he is after is _The Oldest Old Maid But One_, and, as she says nothing but “Oh, Oh, I cannot smell him,” instead of saying, “Here I am, Bill,” it is very difficult to identify her. But suddenly _Methyl_ remembers that in all her blameless life _she has never left anyone in The Lurch_. (Wood-wind, _sotto voce_--and strings, _vibrato_.) The rule is that anyone who comes down to The Lurch and remembers things like that may rescue everyone who is in The Lurch at the time. This gives general satisfaction and the whole party sets off to the top, Old Maids and all. In the next scene we are back at The Place Which Is Neither Here Nor There again, only now we have a splendid view of The Place of Ecstasy and The Golden Sea. Also a little to the left we see the yawning chasms of The Limbo (which is only one better than The Lurch). The Place of Ecstacy is top-hole. Gleaming unspeakably in the unimaginable radiance of the inconceivable light (80 watts), immense columns of barley-sugar melt away into space, avenue by avenue, while just below in The Golden Sea, which is entirely composed of the finest golden syrup, wallow in a refined manner Those Who Have Arrived. The travellers feast their eyes on this vision of bliss. And now comes the terrible, Guiggolian thrill. There has been a good deal of dialogue on the way up from The Lurch, and poor _Bill_ has been brooding gloomily over the prospect of spending eternity in the same company. All the _Old Birds_ are standing in a Violet haze of ineffable gladness on the brink, with joyous springs of orangeade bubbling at their feet and castor sugar descending in showers all round, when _Bill_ has a very naughty impulse, which I regret to say he makes no attempt to resist. He rushes the whole crowd of _Old Birds_ over into The Limbo. Then with a great cry of joy he and _Methyl_ plunge into the _Golden Sea_. _Food_ and _Indigestion_ are left behind--immutable, eternal.... CURTAIN The Little Guiggols III NUMBER SEVEN (_Based on an old legend_) _A Room in the East. Some time ago. A Man and a Woman having supper._ _She._ You eat heartily, my pomegranate. _He._ Yes, I am hungry. And I am happy, for is it not our bridal feast? _She._ That reminds me. There is something I want to tell you. As a matter of fact I meant to tell you before, but I have been so busy buying clothes. _He._ Oh, what is that? Pass the salt. _She_ (_passing_). The fact is, you are not my first husband; at least, not exactly. _He._ How do you mean? _She._ As a matter of fact you are the--the first but five.