But (_hopefully_) I suppose there's nothing to _show_ particularly,
eh? [_Presenting his countenance for inspection._

_Podb._ Not much of your original features, old fellow! (_He roars
with laughter._) You've got a pair of cheeks like a raised map!

_Culch._ It--it's going _down_. Nothing to what it _was_, half an hour
ago!

_Podb._ Then I'm jolly glad you didn't call me earlier, that's all!

_Culch._ It does feel a little inflamed. I wonder if I could get a
little--er--violet powder, or something--?

_Podb._ (_with a painful want of sympathy_). Violet powder! Buy a blue
veil--a good thick one!

_Culch._ What sort of impression _do_ you suppose I should get of
Venice with a blue veil on?

_Podb._ Can't say--but a pleasanter one than Venice will get of you
_without_ it. You don't mean to face the fair Miss TROTTER while
you're like _that_, do you?

_Culch._ (_with dignity_). Most certainly I _do_. I am much mistaken
in Miss TROTTER if she will attach the slightest importance to a mere
temporary--er--disfigurement. These swellings never do last long. _Do_
they now?

_Podb._ Oh, not more than a month or so, I daresay, if you can keep