_Culchard_. Abominably slow train, this _Schnell-zug_. I hope we shall get to Nuremberg before it's too dark to see the general effect. _Podbury_. We're not likely to be in time for _table d'hôte_--not that _I'm_ peckish. (_He sighs._) Wonder whereabouts the--the TROTTERS have got to by now, eh? [_He feels he is getting red, and hums the Garden Scene from "Faust."_] _Culch._ (_indifferently_). Oh, let me see--just arriving at St. Moritz, I expect. Wonderful effect of colour, that is. [_He indicates the West, where a bar of crimson is flaming between a belt of firs._ _Podb._ (_absently_). Oh, wonderful!--where? (_Hums a snatch of a waltz._) Dum-dum-diddle-um-tum-dum-dum-dum-ty-doodle; dum-dum--I say, _you_ don't seem particularly cut up? _Culch._ Cut up? Why should I be cut up, my dear fellow?--about what? [_Before PODBURY can explain, two Talkative British Tourists tumble up into the compartment, and he has to control his curiosity once more._ _First T.T._ Well, I 'ope we're all right _now_, SAM, I'm sure--these German jokers have chivied us about enough for one journey! (_To CULCHARD._) Not in your way, this 'at-box, Sir? Don't give yer much space in these foreign trains. (_They settle down and the train starts._) Pretty bit o' country along 'ere!--puts me in mind o' the best part o' Box 'Ill--and I can't say more for it than _that_! _Second T.T._ (_a little man with a sandy fringe and boiled-looking eyes_). What I notice about the country abroad is they don't seem to 'ave no _landmarks_. _First T.T._ (_with a dash of friendly contempt_). What d'yer mean--no landmarks--_signposts_? _Second T.T._ (_with dignity_). I mean to say, they don't 'ave nothing to indicate which is JACK's property, and which is JOE's. _First T.T._ Go on--they've as much as what _we_ 'ave. _Second T.T._ _'Ave_ they? We 'ave fences and 'edges. I don't see none _'ere_. P'raps you'll point me _out_ one? _First T.T._ There's precious few 'edges or fences in the Isle o' Thanet, as you'd know if you've ever been to Margit. _Second T.T._ (_loftily_). I'm not talkin' about Margit now. I'm talkin' of 'ere, and I'll trouble you to show me a landmark. _First T.T._ Depend on it they've their own ways of knowing which is 'oo's. _Second T.T._ That's not what I'm _sayin'_. I'm sayin' there ain't nothing to _indicate_ it. [_They argue the point at length._] _Podb._ (_to CULCHARD_). Then you really aren't cut up--about Miss T. you know? _Culch._ (_with the reserve of a man who only wants to be pressed_). There is no reason that I am aware of, why I should be--but (_lowering his voice_) don't you think we had better wait till we are alone to discuss that subject? _Podb._ Oh, all right. I'm not partic--at least. Well, I'm glad you _aren't_, you know, that's all. [_He becomes silent again--but his face brightens visibly._ _First T.T._ (_to Second Do._). See that field there? That's tobacco, _that_ is.