_Drys._ You're not going to try to pick a quarrel with an old chum, are you? Come, you know well enough I don't think anything of the sort. I've always said you had the right stuff in you, and would show it some day; there are even signs of it in _Andromeda_ here and there; but you'll do better things than that, if you'll only let some of the wind out of your head. I like you, old fellow, and that's just why it riles me to see you taking yourself so devilish seriously on the strength of a little volume of verse which has been "boomed" for all it's worth, and considerably more. You've only got your immortality on a short repairing lease at present, old boy! _Und._ (_with bitterness_). I am fortunate in possessing such a candid friend. But I mustn't keep you here any longer. _Drys._ Very well. I suppose you're going first? Consider the feelings of the CULVERIN footman at the other end! _Und._ (_as he fingers a first-class ticket in his pocket_). You have a very low view of human nature! (_Here he remarks a remarkably pretty face at a second-class window close by._) As it _happens_, I am travelling second. [_He gets in._ _Drys._ (_at the window_). Well, good-bye, old chap. Good luck to you at Wyvern, and remember--wear your livery with as good a grace as possible. _Und._ I do not intend to wear any livery whatever. [_The owner of the pretty face regards_ UNDERSHELL _with interest._ _Spurr_. (_coming out of the Refreshment Room_). What, second? with all my exes. paid? Not _likely_! I'm going to travel in style this journey. No--not a smoker; don't want to create a bad impression, you know. This will do for me. [_He gets into a compartment occupied by_ Lady CANTIRE _and her daughter._ _Tanr._ (_at the window_). There--you're off now. Pleasant journey to you, old man. Hope you'll enjoy yourself at this Wyvern Court you're going to--and I say, don't forget to send me that notice of _Andromeda_ when you get back! [_The_ Countess _and_ Lady MAISIE _start slightly; the train moves out of the station._ * * * * * [Illustration: 'ARRY AT BISLEY. '_Arry_ (_to 'Arriet_). "OH, I SY! WHAT SEEDS THEM MUST BE TO GROW A LAMP-POST!"] * * * * * THE LATEST GREAT YACHT RACE. (_By our own Nautical Special._)