_Lady Cant._ Bear you out? My good young man, you seem to need somebody to bear you _in_! Come, you are under My wing. _I_ answer for your welcome--so do as you're told. _Spurr._ (_to himself, as he follows resignedly_). It's my belief there'll be a jolly row when I _do_ go in; but it's not my fault! _Tred._ (_opening the door of the Amber Boudoir_), Lady CANTIRE and Lady MAISIE MULL. (_To_ SPURRELL.) What name, if you please, Sir? _Spurr._ (_dolefully_). You can say "JAMES SPURRELL"--you needn't _bellow_ it, you know! _Tred._ (_ignoring this suggestion_). Mr. JAMES SPURRELL. _Spurr._ (_to himself, on the threshold_). If I don't get the chuck for this, I _shall_ be surprised, that's all! [_He enters._ [Illustration: "What name, if you please, Sir?"] SCENE X.--_In a Fly._ _Undershell_ (_to himself_). Alone with a lovely girl, who has no suspicion, as yet, that I am the poet whose songs have thrilled her with admiration! _Could_ any situation be more romantic? I think I must keep up this little mystification as long as possible. _Phillipson_ (_to herself_). I wonder who he is. _Somebody's_ Man, I suppose. I do believe he's struck with me. Well, I've no objection. I don't see why I shouldn't forget JIM now and then--he's quite forgotten me! (_Aloud._) They might have sent a decent carriage for us instead of this ramshackle old summerhouse. We shall be _hours_ getting to the house at this rate! _Und._ (_gallantly_). For my part, I care not how long we may be. I feel so unspeakably content to be where I am. _Phill._ (_disdainfully_). In this mouldy, lumbering old concern? You must be rather easily contented, then! _Und._ (_dreamily_). It travels only too swiftly. To me it is a veritable enchanted car, drawn by a magic steed. _Phill._ I don't know whether he's magic--but I'm sure he's lame. And I shouldn't call stuffiness _enchantment_ myself. _Und._ I'm not prepared to deny the stuffiness. But cannot you guess what has transformed this vehicle for me--in spite of its undeniable shortcomings--or must I speak more plainly still? _Phill._ Well, considering the shortness of our acquaintance, I must say you've spoken quite plainly enough as it is! _Und._ I know I must seem unduly expansive, and wanting in reserve; and yet that is not my true disposition. In general, I feel an almost fastidious shrinking from strangers---- _Phill._ (_with a little laugh_). Really, I shouldn't have thought it! _Und._ Because, in the present case, I do not--I cannot--feel as if we _were_ strangers. Some mysterious instinct led me, almost from the first, to associate you with a certain Miss MAISIE MULL. _Phill._ Well, I wonder how you discovered _that_. Though you shouldn't have said "Miss"--_Lady_ MAISIE MULL is the name.