_Culch._ (_instructively_). It only shows that this place is not without its pathos and interest for _most_ visitors, no matter what their nationality may be. You don't feel inclined yourself to--? _Miss T._ To leave a pasteboard? Why I shouldn't sleep any all night, for fear she'd return my call! _Culch._ (_producing a note-book_). It's fanciful, perhaps but, if you don't mind waiting a little, I should like to contribute--not my card, but a sonnet. I feel one on its way. _Bob P._ Better make sure the tomb's _genuine_ first, hadn't you? Some say it _isn't_. _Culch._ (_exasperated_). I _knew_ you'd make some matter-of-fact remark of that kind! There--it's no use! Let us go. _Miss T._ Why, your sonnets seem as skeery as those lizards there! I hope JULIET won't ever know what she's missed. But likely you'll mail those verses on to her later. [_She and BOB P. pass on, laughing._ _Culch._ (_following_). She only affects this vulgar flippancy to torment me. If I didn't know _that_--There, I've left that infernal pot behind now! [_Goes back for it, wrathfully._ _In the Amphitheatre; Miss PRENDERGAST, PODBURY, and VAN BOODELER, are seated on an upper tier._ _Podb._ (_meditatively_). I suppose they charged highest for the lowest seats. Wonder whether a lion ever nipped up and helped himself to some fat old buffer in the Stalls when the martyrs turned out a leaner lot than usual! _Van. B._ There's an ingenuous modernity about our friend's historical speculations that is highly refreshing. _Miss P._ There is, indeed--though he might have spared himself and _us_ the trouble of them if he had only remembered that the _podium_ was invariably protected by a railing, and occasionally by _euripi_, or trenches. You surely learnt that at school. Mr. PODBURY? _Podb._ I--I daresay. Forgotten all I learnt at school, you know! _Van. B._ I should infer now, from that statement, that you enjoyed the advantages of a pretty liberal education? _Podb._ If that's meant to be cutting. I should save it up for that novel of yours; it may seem smart--_there_! _Miss P._ Really, Mr. PODBURY, if you choose to resent a playful remark in that manner, you had better go away. _Podb._ Perhaps I had. (_Rises, and moves off huffily_). D---- his playfulness! 'Pon my word, poor old CULCHARD was _nothing_ to that beggar! And she backs him up! But there--it's all part of my probation! (_Here CULCHARD suddenly appears, laden with burdens._) Hullo! are you _moving_, or what? _Culch._ I am merely carrying a few things for Miss TROTTER. (_Drops the copper pot, which bounds down into the arena._) Dash the thing!... (_Returning with it_.) It's natural that, in my position, I should have these--er--privileges. (_He trips over a blanket._) Conf--Have you happened to see Miss TROTTER about, by the way? _Podb._ Fancy I saw her down below just now--with BOB. I expect they're walking round under the arches.