from touching them. (_He laughs again._) Excuse me, old chap, but I
just got you in a new light. Those mosquitoes have paid you out for
that pastille--by Jove, they have!

_Landing-steps entrance of the Hotel. Nine A.M._

_Culch._ (_coming out a little self-consciously, and finding Mr.
TROTTER_). Ah, good morning! What are your--er--impressions of Venice,
Mr. TROTTER?

_Mr. Trotter_ (_thoughtfully_). Well, I'm considerable struck with
it, Sir. There's a purrfect freshness and novelty about Vernis that's
amusing to a stranger like myself. We've nothing just like this city
out West. No, _Sir_. And how are--(_Becomes aware of CULCHARD's
appearance._) Say, _you_ don't look like your slumbers had been one
unbroken ca'm, either! The mosquitoes hev been powerful active makin'
alterations in you. Perseverin' and industrious insects, Sir! Me and
my darter have been for a loaf round before breakfast. I dunno if
you've seen _her_ yet, she's--.

_Miss T._ (_coming out from behind_). Poppa, they've fixed up our
breakf--(_Sees CULCHARD, and turns away, covering her face_). Don't
you turn your head in _this_ direction, Mr. CULCHARD, or I guess I'll
expire right away!

_Culch._ (_obeying, wounded_). I confess I did _not_ think a few
mosquito-bites would have quite such an effect upon you!

_Miss T._ You're vurry polite, I'm sure! But I possess a hand-mirror;
and, if you cann't bear to look me in the face, you'd better keep