further escort, and you can commence those consolations right away.

_Culch._ (_alone_). The little vixen! Saw I was getting tired of it,
and took care to strike first. Clever--but a trifle crude. But I'm
free now. Unfortunately my freedom comes too late. PODBURY's _Titania_
is much too enamoured of those ass's ears of his--How the brute will
chuckle when he hears of this! But he won't hear of it from _me_. I'll
go in and pack and be off to-morrow morning before he's up!

_Next Morning. In the Hall of the Grand Hotel Dandolo._

_The German Porter_ (_a stately person in a gold-laced uniform and a
white waistcoat, escaping from importunate visitors_). In von momendt,
Matam, I attend to you. You want a larcher roûm, Sare? You address ze
manager, blease. Your dronks, Laties? I haf zem brod down, yes.

_A Lady_. Oh, Porter, we want a gondola this afternoon to go to the
Lido, and _do_ try if you can get us BEPPO--that _nice_ gondolier, you
know, we had yesterday!

_The Porter_. Ach! I do nod know _any_ nah-ice gondolier--zey are
oal--I dell you, if you lif viz zem ade mons as me, you cot your
troat--yes!

_Another Lady_. Porter, can you tell me the name of the song that man
is singing in the barge there?

_Porter_. I gannot dell you ze name--pecause zey sing always ze same
ting!