_A Female Exc._ (_critically_). It _has_ got an old-fashioned look about it, certainly. _A Male Exc._ There's nothing to see inside of these old churches. I went in one the other day, and I was looking up at the rafters, and I saw a sort o' picture there, and I said, "Ullo--they've been advertising Pears' Soap here, or something." But when I looked again, it was only an old fresco. I was so little interested I walked out without tipping the Verger! _The Female Exc._ That Church we went to on Sunday evening is very old. _Her Comp._ Is it? How do you know? _The F.E._ Why, my dress was covered with bits of fluff out of the hassock! _Driver._ The carved stone figure you see by the gate, is supposed to be a portrait of Julius Caesar's Grandmother, and very like the old lady. (_The Excursionists nearest him smile in a sickly way, to avoid hurting his feelings, as the car moves on--to halt once more at Icart Point._) It is customary to alight here and go round the point, and I can assure you, Ladies and Gentlemen, the scenery is well worth your inspection and will give you a little idea of what the Island _is_. _Excursionists_ (_taking advantage of the opportunity to discuss the situation_). I noticed it the minute I set eyes on him--he never ought to have been sent out like this ... He's been to a wedding this morning, so I heard, and it's upset him a little, that's all ... Upset _him_--we're lucky if he doesn't upset _us_. What a fidget you are! I shan't take _you_ into Switzerland next year, if you're like this... If Switzerland's full of a lot of drunken men, I don't want to go... Well, what had we better _do_ about it? Perhaps _this_ gentleman would--Oh, no, I couldn't take the responsibility, really, not without knowing the way. Well, we can't _walk_ back, that's certain--we must trust to luck, that's all! Pretty bit of the coast you get here ... Oh, don't talk about the scenery _now_, when, for all we know!--&c., &c. [_The car starts again, and presently arrives at a winding and precipitous road leading down to Petit Bot Bay, where the Driver again rises with his back to the horses, and proceeds to address the Excursionists, as they sit paralysed with horror._