Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 107. August 4, 1894.Various
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 107. August 4, 1894.
Various
English wit and humor -- Periodicals
_Lady Cant._ 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.
SCENE VII.--_On the Platform at Shuntingbridge._
_Lady Cant._ 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 shall call you "ANDROMEDA"--have
you found----The omnibus, is it? Very well, take us to it, and we'll get
in.
[_They go outside._
_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._
_Und._ (_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."]
SCENE VIII.--_The Station Yard at Shuntingbridge._
_Lady Cant._ (_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 Cant._ (_to_ SPURRELL, _who is standing below_). Then it's _you_
who are keeping us!
_Spurr._ If your ladyship will excuse me, I'll just go and see if
they've put out my bag.
_Lady Cant._ (_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 Cant._ (_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!
_Spurr._ (_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!
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