_Undershell_ (_with bitterness_). I am fortunate in possessing such a candid friend. But I mustn't keep you here any longer. _Drysdale._ Very well. I suppose you're going first? Consider the feelings of the Culverin footman at the other end! _Undershell_ (_as he fingers a first-class ticket in his pocket_). You have a very low view of human nature! (_Here he becomes aware of a remarkably pretty face at a second-class window close by_). As it _happens_, I am travelling second. [_He gets in._ _Drysdale_ (_at the window_). Well, good-bye, old chap. Good luck to you at Wyvern, and remember--wear your livery with as good a grace as possible. _Undershell._ I do not intend to wear any livery whatever. [_The owner of the pretty face regards_ UNDERSHELL _with interest_. _Spurrell_ (_coming out of the refreshment room_). What, second--with all my exes. paid? Not _likely_! I'm going to travel in style this journey. No--not a smoker; don't want to create a bad impression, you know. This will do for me. [_He gets into a compartment occupied by_ Lady CANTIRE _and her daughter_. _Tanrake_ (_at the window_). There--you're off now. Pleasant journey to you, old man. Hope you'll enjoy yourself at this Wyvern Court you're going to--and, I say, don't forget to send me that notice of Andromeda when you get back! [_The_ Countess _and_ Lady MAISIE _start slightly; the train moves out of the station_. PART IV RUSHING TO CONCLUSIONS _In a First-class Compartment._ _Spurrell_ (_to himself_). Formidable old party opposite me in the furs! Nice-looking girl over in the corner; not a patch on my Emma, though! Wonder why I catch 'em sampling me over their papers whenever I look up! Can't be anything wrong with my turn out. Why, of course, they heard Tom talk about my going down to Wyvern Court; think I'm a visitor there and no end of a duke! Well, what snobs some people are, to be sure! _Lady Cantire_ (_to herself_). So this is the young poet I made Albinia ask to meet me. I can't be mistaken, I distinctly heard his friend mention _Andromeda_. H'm, well, it's a comfort to find he's _clean_! Have I read his poetry or not? I know I _had_ the book, because I distinctly remember telling Maisie she wasn't to read it--but--well, that's of no consequence. He looks clever and quite respectable--not in the least picturesque--which is fortunate. I was beginning to doubt whether it was quite prudent to bring Maisie; but I needn't have worried myself.