_A Helpless Man in knickerbockers_ (_drifting in at the door_). Here,
I say. We engaged rooms here by telegram from Florence. What am I to
give these fellows from the station? _Combien_, you know!

_Porter_. You gif zem two franc--and zen zey vill gromble. You haf
engage roûms? yes. Zat vill pe oal rahit--Your loggage in ze gondola,
yes? I haf it taken op.

_The H.M._ No, it's left behind at Bologna. My friend's gone back for
it. And I say, think it will turn up all right?

_Porter_. Eef you register it, and your vrient is zere, you ged
it--yes.

_The H.M._ Yes, but look _here_, don't you know? Oughtn't I to make a
row--a fuss--about it, or something, eh?

_Porter_ (_moving off with subdued contempt_). Oh, you can make a
foss, yes, if you like--you ged nossing!

_Culch. and Podb._ (_stopping him simultaneously_). I say, I want
my luggage brought down from No. ---- in time for the twelve
o'clock--(_To each other_.) Hallo! are _you_ off too?

_Culch._ (_confused_). Er--yes--thought I might as well be getting
back.

_Podb._ Then I--I suppose it's all settled--with Miss T.--you
know--eh?