_ (_with alacrity_). I agree with Miss PRENDERGAST. A short cut
is invariably the most indirect route.
_Miss P._ (_with intention_). You hear what Mr. CULCHARD says, my dear
MAUD? He advocates direct ways, as best in the long run.
_Miss T._ It's only going to be a short run, my love. But I'm vurry
glad to observe that you and Mr. CULCHARD are so perfectly harmonious,
as I'm leaving him on your hands for a spell. Aren't you ever coming,
Mr. PRENDERGAST?
[_She leads him off, a not unwilling captive._
_A PATH IN THE GROUNDS OF THE VILLA SERBELLONI._
_Podb._ (_considerately, to CULCHARD, who is following Miss
PRENDERGAST and him, in acute misery_). Look here, old fellow, Miss
PRENDERGAST would like to sit down, I know; so don't you bother about
keeping with us if you'd rather _not_, you know!
[_CULCHARD murmurs an inarticulate protest._
_Miss P._ Surely, Mr. PODBURY, you are aware by this time that Mr.
CULCHARD has a perfect mania for self-sacrifice!
[_CULCHARD drops behind, crushed._
_AMONG THE RUINS AT THE TOP OF THE HILL._
_Culch._ (_who has managed to overtake Miss T. and her companion_).
Now _do_ oblige me by looking through that gap in the pines towards
Lecco.
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