CULCH. No--only pained by such a travesty of a n.o.ble name. "Scallywags"
for Scaligers seems to me, if I may say so, a very cheap form of humour!
MISS T. Well, it"s more than cheap--it isn"t going to cost you a cent, so I should think you"d appreciate it!
BOB P. Haw--score for _you_, Miss Trotter!
CULCH. I should have thought myself that mere personality is hardly enough to give point to any repartee--there is a slight difference between brilliancy and--er--_brutality_!
BOB P. Hullo! You and I are being sat upon pretty heavily, Miss Trotter.
MISS T. I guess our Schoolmaster"s abroad. But why Mr. Culchard should want to make himself a train out of my coverlets, I don"t just see--he looks majestic enough without that.
[CULCHARD _catches up a blanket which is trailing, and says bad words under his breath_.
AT THE TOMB OF JULIET.
CULCH. (_who is gradually recovering his equanimity_). Think of it! the actual spot on which _Romeo_ and _Juliet_--Shakspeare"s _Juliet_--drew their last breath! Does it not realise the tragedy for you?
MISS T. Well, no--it"s a disappointing tomb. I reckoned it would look less like a horse-trough. I should have expected _Juliet"s_ Poppa and Momma would want, considering all the facts of the case, to throw more style into her monument!
CULCH. (_languidly_). May not its very simplicity--er--attest the sincerity of their remorse?
MISS T. Do you attach any particular meaning to that observation now?
(CULCHARD _bites his lip_.) I notice this tomb is full of visiting cards--my! but ain"t that curious?
CULCH. (_instructively_). It only shows that this place is not without its pathos and interest for _most_ visitors, no matter what their nationality may be. You don"t feel inclined yourself to----?
MISS T. To leave a pasteboard? Why I shouldn"t sleep any all night, for fear she"d return my call!
CULCH. (_producing a note-book_). It"s fanciful, perhaps--but, if you don"t mind waiting a little, I should like to contribute--not my card, but a sonnet. I feel one on its way.
BOB P. Better make sure the tomb"s _genuine_ first, hadn"t you? Some say it _isn"t_.
CULCH. (_exasperated_). I _knew_ you"d make some matter-of-fact remark of that kind! There--it"s no use! Let us go.
MISS T. Why, your sonnets seem as skeery as those lizards there! I hope Juliet won"t ever know what she"s missed. But likely you"ll mail those verses on to her later. [_She and_ BOB P. _pa.s.s on, laughing_.
CULCH. (_following_). She only affects this vulgar flippancy to torment me. If I didn"t know _that_----There, I"ve left that infernal pot behind now! [_Goes back for it, wrathfully._
_In the Amphitheatre_; MISS PRENDERGAST, PODBURY, _and_ VAN BOODELER, _are seated on an upper tier_.
PODB. (_meditatively_). I suppose they charged highest for the lowest seats. Wonder whether a lion ever nipped up and helped himself to some fat old buffer in the Stalls when the martyrs turned out a leaner lot than usual!
VAN B. There"s an ingenuous modernity about our friend"s historical speculations that is highly refreshing.
MISS P. There is, indeed--though he might have spared himself and _us_ the trouble of them if he had only remembered that the _podium_ was invariably protected by a railing, and occasionally by _euripi_, or trenches, You surely learnt that at school, Mr. Podbury?
PODB. I--I dare say. Forgotten all I learnt at school, you know!
VAN B. I should infer now, from that statement, that you enjoyed the advantages of a pretty liberal education?
PODB. If that"s meant to be cutting, I should save it up for that novel of yours; it may seem smart--_there_!
MISS P. Really, Mr. Podbury, if you choose to resent a playful remark in that manner, you had better go away.
PODB. Perhaps I had. (_Rises, and moves off huffily._) D----his playfulness! "Pon my word, poor old Culchard was _nothing_ to that beggar! And she backs him up! But there--it"s all part of my probation!
(_Here_ CULCHARD _suddenly appears, laden with burdens_.) Hullo! are you _moving_, or what?
CULCH. I am merely carrying a few things for Miss Trotter. (_Drops the copper pot, which bounds down into the arena._) Dash the thing!...
(_Returning with it._) It"s natural that, in my position, I should have these--er--privileges. (_He trips over a blanket._) Conf----Have you happened to see Miss Trotter about, by the way?
PODB. Fancy I saw her down below just now--with Bob. I expect they"re walking round under the arches.
CULCH. Just so. Do you know, Podbury, I almost think I"ll go down and find her. I--I"m curious to hear what her impressions of a place like this are. Such a scene, you know,--so full of a.s.sociations with--er--the splendours and cruelties of a corrupt past--must produce a powerful effect upon the fresh untutored mind of an American girl, eh?
MISS T."S _voice_ (_distinctly from arena_). I"d like ever so much to see Buffalo Bill run his Show in here--he"d just make this old circus hum!
MISS P."S _voice_ (_indistinctly from topmost tier_). Almost fancy it all ... Senators--_equites_--_populus_--_pullati_ ... yellow sunlight striking down through _vellarium_ ... crimsoned sand ... _mirmillo_ fleeing before _secutor_ ... Diocletian himself, perhaps, lolling over there on _cubiculum_ ... &c. &c. &c.
CULCH. The place appears to excite Miss Prendergast"s enthusiasm, at all events! [_Sighs._
PODB. Rath-er! But then she"s no end of a cla.s.sical swell, you know!
[_Sighs._
CULCH. (_putting his arm through_ PODBURY"S). Ah, well, my dear Podbury, one mustn"t expect too much, must one?
PODB. I _don"t_, old chap--only I"m afraid _she_ does. Suppose we toddle back to the hotel, eh? Getting near _table d"hote_ time. [_They go out arm-in-arm._
CHAPTER XX.
+Put not your Faith in "Fidibus."+
SCENE--_The interior of a covered gondola, which is conveying_ CULCHARD _and_ PODBURY _from the Railway Station to the Hotel Dandolo, Venice.
The gondola is gliding with a gentle sidelong heave under shadowy bridges of stone and cast-iron, round sharp corners, and past mysterious blank walls, and old scroll-work gateways, which look ghostly in the moonlight._
CULCH. (_looking out of the felze window, and quoting conscientiously_).
"I saw from out the wave her structures rise, As from the stroke of the enchanter"s wand."
PODB. For rest, see guide-books, _pa.s.sim_, eh? Hanged if _I_ can see any structures with this thing on, though! Let"s have it off, eh? (_He crawls out and addresses_ GONDOLIER _across the top._) _Hi! Otez-moi ceci. entendez-vous?_ (_Drums on roof of felze with fists; the_ GONDOLIER _replies in a torrent of Italian_.) Now a London cabby would see what I wanted at once. This chap"s a fool!
CULCH. He probably imagines you are merely expressing your satisfaction with Venice. And I don"t see how you expect him to remove the entire cabin here! (PODBURY _crawls in again, knocking his head_.) I think we did well to let the--the others travel on first. More _dignified_, you know!
PODB. Um--don"t see any particular dignity in missing the train, myself!