_Spurrell_ (_to himself, relieved_). She knows; seen the sketch of me in the _Dog Fancier_, I expect; goes in for breeding bulls herself, very likely. Well, that's a load off my mind! (_Aloud._) You don't say so, my lady. I'd no idea your ladyship would have any taste that way; most agreeable surprise to me, I can assure you! _Lady Cantire._ I see no reason for _surprise_ in the matter. I have always endeavoured to cultivate my taste in all directions; to keep in touch with every modern development. I make it a rule to read and see _everything_. Of course, I have no time to give more than a rapid glance at most things; but I hope some day to be able to have another look at your _Andromeda_. I hear the most glowing accounts from all the judges. _Spurrell_ (_to himself_). She knows all the judges! She _must_ be in the fancy! (_Aloud._) Any time your ladyship likes to name I shall be proud and happy to bring her round for your inspection. _Lady Cantire_ (_with condescension_). If you are kind enough to offer me a copy of _Andromeda_, I shall be _most_ pleased to possess one. _Spurrell_ (_to himself_). Sharp old customer, this; trying to rush me for a pup. _I_ never offered her one! (_Aloud._) Well, as to _that_, my lady, I've promised so many already, that really I don't--but there--I'll see what I can _do_ for you. I'll make a note of it; you mustn't mind having to _wait_ a bit. _Lady Cantire_ (_raising her eyebrows_). I will make an effort to support existence in the meantime. _Lady Maisie_ (_to herself_). I couldn't have believed that the man who could write such lovely verses should be so--well, not _exactly_ a gentleman! How _petty_ of me to have such thoughts. Perhaps geniuses never _are_. And as if it _mattered_! And I'm sure he's very natural and simple, and I shall like him when I know him better. [_The train slackens._ _Lady Cantire._ What station is this? Oh, it _is_ Shuntingbridge. (_To_ SPURRELL, _as they get out_.) Now, if you'll kindly take charge of these bags, and go and see whether there's anything from Wyvern to meet us--you will find us here when you come back. _On the Platform at Shuntingbridge._ _Lady Cantire._ 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 I shall call you "Andromeda"--have you found out---- The omnibus, is it? Very well, take us to it, and we'll get in. [_They go outside._