over by the Station du Midi, and it's worth seeing. Are you game to
come along and sample it, eh?

_Culch._ (with an easy indifference intended for_ Miss T.'s _benefit_).
No, I think not, thanks. I'm very comfortable where I am.

[_He resumes his writing._

_Podb._ Well, it's poor fun having to go alone!

[_He is just going, when Mr. TROTTER rises and comes towards
him._

_Mr. T._ You'll excuse me, Sir, but did I overhear you remark that
there was a festivity in progress in this city?

_Podb._ So I'm told; a fair, down in the new part. I could tell you
how to get to it, if you thought of going.

_Mr. T._ Well, I don't see how I should ever strike that fair for
myself, and I guess if there's anything to be seen we're bound to
_see_ it, so me and my darter--allow me to introduce my darter to
you--MAUD, this gentleman is Mr.--I don't think I've caught your name,
Sir--PODBURY?--Mr. PODBURY who's kindly volunteered to conduct us
round.

_Miss T._ _I_ should have thought you'd want to leave the gentleman
some say in the matter, Father--not to mention me!

_Podb._ (_eagerly_). But won't you come? Do. I shall be awfully glad