_Podb._ Oh, yes, I see _that_. But then I'm _not_, don't you know--so there we are! _Culch._ (_desperately_). Well, I'll--I'll meet you half-way. I've no objection to--er--titting up with you--Nuremberg or Constance. Come? _Podb._ You weren't so anxious to tit up just now--but never mind. (_Producing a mark_.) Now then, Emperor--Constance. Eagle--Nuremberg. Is it sudden death, or best out of three? [_He tosses._ _Culch._ Sud--(_The coin falls with the Emperor uppermost._) Best out of three. [_He takes coin from PODBURY and tosses._ _Podb._ Eagle! we're even so far. (_He receives coin._) This settles it. [_He tosses._ _Culch._ Eagle again! Now mind, PODBURY, no going back after _this._ It must _be_ Nuremberg now. _Podb._ All right! And now allow me to have the pleasure of restoring your pocket-book and note-case. They did fall out on the Niederwald, and it was a good job for you I was behind and saw them drop. You must really be more careful, dear boy. Ain't you going to say "ta" for them? _Culch._ (_relieved_). I'm--er--tremendously obliged. I really can't say how.--(_Recollecting himself_.) But you need not have taken advantage of it to try to do me out of going to Nuremberg--it was a shabby trick! _Podb._ Oh, it was only to get a rise out of you. I never meant to keep you to it, of course. And I say, weren't you sold, though? Didn't I lead up to it beautifully? (_He chuckles._) Score to me, eh! _Culch._ (_with amiable sententiousness_). Ah, well, I don't grudge you your little joke if it amuses you. Those laugh best who laugh last. And it's settled now that we're going to Nuremberg. [_Miss TROTTER and her father have come out from the Speisesaal doors, and overhear the last speech._ _Mr. Trotter_ (_to Culchard_). Your friend been gettin' off a joke on you, Sir? _Culch._ Only in his own estimation, Mr. TROTTER. I have nailed him down to going to Nuremberg, which, for many reasons, I was extremely anxious to visit. (_Carelessly._) Are we likely to be there when you are? _Miss T._ I guess not. We've just got our mail, and my cousin, CHARLEY VAN BOODELER, writes he's having a real lovely time in the Engadine--says it's the most elegant locality he's struck yet, and just as full of Amurrcans as it can hold; so we're going to start out there right away. I don't believe we shall have time for Nuremberg this trip. Father, if we're going to see about checking the baggage through, we'd better go down to the _dépôt_ right now. [_They pass on._ _Culch._ (_with a very blank face and a feeble whistle_). Few-fitty-fitty-fitty-fa-di-fee-fee-foo; few--After all, PODBURY, I don't know that I care so much about Nuremberg. They--they say it's a good deal changed from what it was. _Podb._ So are _you_, old chap, if it comes to that. Tiddledy-iddlety-ido-lumpty-doodle-oo! Is it to be Constance after all, then? _Culch._ (_reddening_). Er--I rather thought of the Engadine--more _bracing_, eh?--few-feedle-eedle-oodle--