_Undershell_ (_motioning him away irritably_). Do you suppose I don't know _that_? For Heaven's sake, don't speak to me! let me alone!... I want to think--I want to think. (_To himself._) I see it all now! I've made a hideous mistake! I thought these Culverins were deliberately---- And all the time---- Oh, what an unspeakable idiot I've been!... And I can't even explain!... The only thing to do is to escape before this fellow suspects the truth. It's lucky I ordered that carriage! (_Aloud, rising._) I'm all right now; and--and I can't stay here any longer. I am leaving directly--directly! _Spurrell._ You must give me time to get out of this toggery, old chap; you'll have to pick me out of it like a lobster! _Undershell_ (_wildly_). The clothes? Never mind them now. I can't wait. Keep them! _Spurrell._ Do you really mean it, old fellow? If you _could_ spare 'em a bit longer, I'd be no end obliged. Because, you see, I promised Lady Rhoda to come and finish a talk we were having, and they've taken away my own things to brush, so I haven't a rag to go down in except these; and they'd all think it so beastly rude if I went to bed now! _Undershell_ (_impatiently_). I tell you you may keep them, if you'll only go away! _Spurrell._ But where am I to send the things to when I've done with 'em? _Undershell._ What do I---- Stay, here's my card. Send them to that address. Now go and finish your evening! _Spurrell_ (_gratefully_). You _are_ a rattling good chap, and no mistake! Though I'm hanged if I can quite make out what you're doing here, you know! _Undershell._ It's not at all necessary that you _should_ make it out. I am leaving immediately, and--and I don't wish Sir Rupert or Lady Culverin to hear of this--you understand? _Spurrell._ Well, it's no business of mine; you've behaved devilish well to me, and I'm not surprised that you'd rather not be seen in the state you're in. I shouldn't like it myself! _Undershell._ State? _What_ state? _Spurrell._ Ah, I _wondered_ whether you knew. You'll see what I mean when you've had a look at yourself in the glass. I dare say it'll come off right enough. I can't stop. Ta, ta, old fellow, and thanks awfully! [_He goes out._