_Culch._ I will undertake to interest him in Nuremberg. Fortunately,
we are all getting off at Bingen, and going, curiously enough, to the
same hotel. (_To himself_.) Confound that fellow PODBURY, here he is
_again_!
_Podb._ (_to himself, as he advances_). If she's carrying on with
that fellow, CULCHARD, to provoke me, I'll soon show her how little
I--(_Aloud._) I say, old man, hope I'm not interrupting you, but I
just want to speak to you for a minute, if Miss TROTTER will excuse
us. Is there any particular point in going as far as Bingen to-night,
eh?
_Culch._ (_resignedly_). As much as there is in not going farther than
somewhere else, _I_ should have thought.
_Podb._ Well, but look here--why not stop at Bacharach, and see what
sort of a place it is?
_Culch._ You forget that our time is limited if we're going to stick
to our original route.
_Podb._ Yes, of course; mustn't waste any on the Rhine. Suppose we
push on to Maintz to-night, and get the Rhine off our hands then?
(_With a glance at Miss TROTTER._) The sooner I've done with this
steamer business the better!
_Miss T._ Well, Mr. PODBURY, that's not a vurry complimentary remark
to make before me!
_Podb._ We've seen so little of one another lately that it can hardly
make much difference--to _either_ of us--can it?
_Miss T._ Now I call that real kind, you're consoling me in advance!
_The Steward_ (_coming up_). De dickets dat I haf nod yed seen!
(_examining_ CULCHARD's _coupons_).
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