_Undershell_ (_at another part of the platform--to himself_). Where has Miss Mull disappeared to? Oh, there she is, pointing out her luggage. What a quantity she travels with! Can't be such a _very_ poor relation. How graceful and collected she is, and how she orders the porters about! I really believe I shall enjoy this visit. (_To a porter._) That's mine--the brown one with a white star. I want it to go to Wyvern Court--Sir Rupert Culverin's. _Porter_ (_shouldering it_). Right, sir. Follow me, if you please. [_He disappears with it._ _Undershell_ (_to himself_). I mustn't leave Miss Mull alone. (_Advancing to her._) Can I be of any assistance? _Phillipson._ It's all done now. But you might try and find out how we're to get to the Court. [UNDERSHELL _departs; is requested to produce his ticket, and spends several minutes in searching every pocket but the right one_. [Illustration: SEARCHING EVERY POCKET BUT THE RIGHT ONE.] _In the Station Yard at Shuntingbridge._ _Lady Cantire_ (_from the interior of the Wyvern omnibus, testily, to_ Footman). What are we waiting for _now_? Is my maid coming with us--or how? _Footman._ There's a fly ordered to take her, my lady. _Lady Cantire_ (_to_ SPURRELL, _who is standing below_). Then it's _you_ who are keeping us! _Spurrell._ If your ladyship will excuse me. I'll just go and see if they've put out my bag. _Lady Cantire_ (_impatiently_). Never mind about your bag. (_To_ Footman.) What have you done with this gentleman's luggage? _Footman._ Everything for the Court is on top now, my lady. [_He opens the door for_ SPURRELL. _Lady Cantire_ (_to_ SPURRELL, _who is still irresolute_). For goodness' sake don't hop about on that step! Come in, and let us start. _Lady Maisie._ _Please_ get in--there's _plenty_ of room! _Spurrell_ (_to himself_). They _are_ chummy, and no mistake! (_Aloud, as he gets in._) I do hope it won't be considered any intrusion--my coming up along with your ladyships, I mean! _Lady Cantire_ (_snappishly_). Intrusion! I never heard such nonsense! Did you expect to be asked to run behind? You really mustn't be so ridiculously modest. As if your _Andromeda_ hadn't procured you the _entrée_ everywhere! [_The omnibus starts._ _Spurrell_ (_to himself_). Good old Drummy! No idea I was such a swell. I'll keep my tail up. Shyness ain't one of _my_ failings. (_Aloud, to an indistinct mass at the further end of the omnibus, which is unlighted._) Er--hum--pitch dark night, my lady, don't get much idea of the country! (_The mass makes no response._) I was saying, my lady, it's too dark to---- (_The mass snores peacefully._) Her ladyship seems to be taking a snooze on the quiet, my lady. (_To_ Lady MAISIE.) (_To himself._) Not that _that's_ the term for it!