CULCH. My friend did not rise sufficiently early to accompany me. And, by the way, Miss Trotter, I should like to take this opportunity of disabusing your mind of the--er--totally false impression----
MISS T. Oh, _that"s_ all right. I told him he needn"t try to give me away, for I could see you weren"t _that_ kind of man!
CULCH. (_gratefully_). Your instinct was correct--perfectly correct.
When you say "that kind of man," I presume you refer to the description my--er--friend considered it humorous to give of me as an unsociable hypochondriac?
MISS T. Well, no; he didn"t say just that. He represented you as one of the fonniest persons alive; said you told stories which tickled folks to death almost.
CULCH. (_annoyed_). Really, this is _most_ unpardonable of Mr. Podbury!
To have such odious calumnies circulated about one behind one"s back is simply too----I do _not_ aspire to--ah--to tickle folks to death!
MISS T. (_soothingly_). Well, I guess there"s no harm done. I didn"t feel like being in any imminent danger of perishing that way in your society. You"re real high-toned and ever so improving, and that"s better than tickling, every time. And I want you to show me round this collection and give me a few notions. Seems to me there was considerable sand in Wiertz; sort of spread himself around a good deal, didn"t he? I presume, though, he slept bad, nights. (_She makes the tour of the Gallery, accompanied by_ CULCHARD, _who admires her, against his better judgment, more and more_.) ... I declare if that isn"t your friend Mr.
Podbury just come in! I believe I"ll have to give you up to him.
CULCH. (_eagerly_). I beg you will not think it necessary. He--he has a guide already. _He_ does not require my services. And, to be plain, my poor friend--though an excellent fellow according to his--ah--lights--is a companion whose society occasionally amounts to a positive infliction.
MISS T. Well, I find him too chinny myself, times. Likely he won"t notice us if we don"t seem to be aware of him.
[_They continue to inspect the canvases._
A BELGIAN GUIDE (_who has made an easy capture of_ PODBURY _at the Hotel entrance_.) Hier now is a shdrainch beecture. "De toughts and veesions of a saivered haid." Fairsst meenut afder degapitation; de zagonde; de tirt. Hier de haid tink dey vant to poot him in a goffin. Dere are _two_ haids--von goes op, de udder down. Haf you got de two? Nod yet? No?
PODBURY (_shaking his head sagaciously_). Oh, ah, yes. Capital. Rum subject, though.
GUIDE. Yais, vary magnifique, vary grandt, and--and rom also! Dees von rebresents Napoleon in hail. De modders show him de laigs and ahums of dair sons keeled in de vars, and invide him to drink a cop of bloodt.
PODB. Ha, cheery picture that!
[Ill.u.s.tration: "I PRESUME, THOUGH, HE SLEPT BAD, NIGHTS."]
GUIDE. Cheery, oh, yais! Now com and beep troo dis "ole. (PODBURY _obeys with docility_.) You see? A Mad Voman cooking her shildt in a gettle.
Hier again, dey haf puried a man viz de golera pefore he is daid, he dries to purst de goffin, you see only de handt shd.i.c.king oudt.
PODB. The old Johnny seems full of pretty fancies. (_He looks through_ _another peephole._) Girl looking at skeleton. Ha! Any other domestic subjects on view? (_He suddenly sees_ MISS TROTTER _and_ CULCHARD _with their backs to him_.) Hal--lo, this _is_ luck! I must go to the rescue, or that beggar Culchard will bore her to death in no time. (_To_ GUIDE.) Here, hold on a minute. (_Crosses to_ CULCHARD, _followed by_ GUIDE.) How d" ye do, Miss Trotter? Doing the Wild Wiertz Show, I see. Ah, Culchard, why didn"t you tell me you were going--might have gone together. I say, I"ve got a guide here.
CULCH. (_drily_). So we perceive--a very sensible plan, no doubt, in some cases, my dear fellow.
PODB. (_to_ MISS T.). Do come and listen to him, most intelligent chap--great fun. Mr. Culchard is above that sort of thing, I dare say.
GUIDE. Your vriendts laike to choin, yais? Same for tree as for von. I exblain all de beecture.
MISS T. You"re vurry obliging, Mr. Podbury, but your friend is explaining it all just splendidly.
PODB. (_piqued_). Perhaps I had better dismiss my chap, and take on Mr.
Culchard too?
MISS T. No, I"d just hate to have you do that. Keep on going round. You mustn"t mind us, indeed!
PODB. Oh, if you"d rather! (_Gloomily, to_ GUIDE.) They can do without _us_. Just show me something more in the blood-and-thunder line--no, at the other end of the room. [_They withdraw._
GUIDE. Hier is von dat is vary amusant. You know de schtory of de Tree Vishes, eh?
PODB. _Macbeth_, eh? oh, I see--_Wishes_! No, what was that?
GUIDE. I dell it you. (_He tells it_; PODBURY _falls into gloomy abstraction_.) ... And inschdantly she vind a grade pig soasage at de end of her noase. So de ole voman----
PODB. (_wearily_). Oh, I"ve heard all _that_. What"s this one about?
GUIDE. Dis is galled "De lasht Gannon." You see de vigure of Ceevilization flodderin up viz de vings, vile Brogress preaks asonder de lasht gon, and in a gorner a Genius purns de vrontier bosts.
PODB. (_captiously_). What"s he doing _that_ for?
GUIDE. I ton"t know. I subbose begause dey are bosts, or (_dubiously_) begause he is a Genius.
CULCH. (_touching_ PODBURY"S _arm as he goes out_). Oh--er--Podbury, I"m off. Going to lunch somewhere with the--ah--Trotters. See you at _table d"hote_ this evening, I suppose? Good-bye.
PODB. (_savagely_). Oh, ta-ta! (_To himself._) And that"s the fellow who said he wanted to keep out of making friends! How the d.i.c.kens am I going to get through the time by myself? (_To_ GUIDE.) Here, that"s enough for one day.
GUIDE. If you vandt to puy som real Prussels lace for your sweedardt, I----
PODB. (_grimly_). I"ve no occasion for any at present, thank you.
[_He pays and dismisses him, and stands forlornly in the Gallery, while the Imperfectly Educated Daughter goes on spelling out the Catalogue for her Parents" edification._
CHAPTER V.
Culchard has the Best of it.
SCENE--_Upper deck of the Rhine Steamer_, Konig Wilhelm, _somewhere between Bonn and Bingen. The little tables on deck are occupied by English, American, and German tourists, drinking various liquids, from hock to Pilsener beer, and eating veal cutlets._ MR. CYRUS K. TROTTER _is on the lower deck, discussing the comparative merits of the New York hotels with a fellow countryman._ MISS MAUD S. TROTTER _is seated on the afterdeck in close conversation with_ CULCHARD. PODBURY _is perched on a camp-stool in the forward part. Near him a British Matron, with a red-haired son, in a green and black blazer, and a blue flannel nightcap, and a bevy of rabbit-faced daughters, are patronising a tame German Student in spectacles, who speaks a little English._
THE BRITISH MATRON. Oh, you _ought_ to see London; it"s our capital--chief city, you know. Very grand--large--four million inhabitants! [_With pride, as being in some way responsible for this._
A RABBIT-FACED DAUGHTER (_with a simper_). Quite a little _world_!
[_She looks down her nose, as if in fear of having said something a little_ too _original_.
THE GERM. STUD. No, I haf not yet at London peen. Ven I vill pedder Englisch learn, I go.
THE BLAZER. You read our English books, I suppose? d.i.c.kens, you know, and Homer, eh? About the Trojan War--that"s his _best_ work!
THE STUD. (_Ollendorffically_). I haf not read Diggins; but I haf read ze bapers by _Bigvig_. Zey are vary indereshtin, and gurious.
[Ill.u.s.tration: MR. CYRUS K. TROTTER DISCUSSING NEW YORK HOTELS.]
A PATRIOTIC YOUNG SCOT (_to an admiring Elderly Lady in a black_ _mushroom hat_). Eh, but we just made a pairrty and went up Auld Drachenfels, and when we got to th" tope, we danced a richt gude Scots reel, and sang, "_We"re a" togither an" naebody by_," concluding--just to show, ye"ll understan", that we were loyal subjics--wi" "_G.o.d Save_ _th" Queen_." The peasants didna seem just to know what to mak" of us, I prawmise ye!