[PAVLOVA _dances a dance indicative of absolute and heartrending despair, terminating in an appeal to the heavens to come to her aid. Enter R. an important-looking personage with a long white beard, wearing a costume which might be, called a commissionaire's if it wasn't so like a harlequin's._ _Porter_ (_impressively and with evident relief_). The Stazione Maestro! _The Stazione Maestro._ What's all this? [PAVLOVA _dances an explanation of the_ impasse. _The_ S.-M. _and the_ Porter _remove their caps and scratch their heads solemnly, to slow music_. _The S.-M._ (_after deep cogitation_). This must be referred to the N.U.R. [_Enter suddenly, R. and L., dancing, the Central Executive Committee of the N.U.R. There is thunder and lightning._ PAVLOVA _repeats her appeal. The_ C.E.C. _confabulate. The_ Chairman _finally announces that the thing is entirely contrary to the principles of their Union, and if the_ Station-master _permits it he must take the consequences. The_ C.E.C. _disappear_. _The S.-M._ What about it, Bill? _Porter._ We'll do it. (_He dances._) Here goes, Mum. [_Enter, suddenly, chorus of porters with multi-coloured trucks. (They are the same as the_ C.E.C. _really, but they have changed their clothes.) Aided by the_ S.-M. _and_ Bill _they remove the three hundred and eighty-five packages, and wheel them, walking on their toes, to the station exit, R. Here is seen a taxicab whose driver is wrapped in profound meditation and smoking a hookah, the bowl of which rests on the pavement. It is represented to him that a lady with some luggage desires to charter his conveyance and proceed to Hampstead. He comes forward to the centre and explains:_ _1. That it is near the dinner-hour._ _2. That he has no petrol._ _3. That he wouldn't do it for_ LLOYD GEORGE _hisself_. _He retires to his vehicle and resumes his hookah._ PAVLOVA _dances some dances expressive of Spring, of Butterflies, of Flowers, of Unlimited Gold. In the midst of the final passage the driver leaps from his seat, rushes on to the platform, jumps three hundred and eighty-five times into the air, whirls_ PAVLOVA _off her toes and dashes from side to side, carrying her in one hand. He finally flings her into the taxicab and returns to his seat. The luggage is piled upon the roof by dancing porters and tied with many-coloured ribbons. The taxi departs in a cloud of petrol, the driver steering with his toes and manipulating the clutches with his hands. Farewells are waved and finally, surrounded by the rest of the porters, the_ Station Master _and_ Bill _dance a dance of Glad Sacrifice, stab themselves with their hands, and die_. CURTAIN OF SMOKE.