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 associations
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 classical swell, you know!
[_Sighs._

_Culch._ (_putting his arm through PODBURY's._) Ah, well, my dear
PODBURY, one mustn't expect too much, must one?)