SCENE IX.--_The Entrance Hall at Wyvern.

_Tredwell_ (_to_ Lady CANTIRE). This way, if you please, my lady. Her ladyship is in the Hamber Boudwore.

_Lady Cantire._ Wait. (_She looks round._) What has become of that young Mr. ANDROM----? (_Perceiving_ SPURRELL, _who has been modestly endeavouring to efface himself._) Ah, _there_ he is! Now, come along, and be presented to my sister-in-law. She'll be enchanted to know you!

_Spurrell._ But indeed, my lady I--I think I'd better wait till she sends for me.

_Lady Cant._ Wait? Fiddlesticks! What! A famous young man like you! Remember _Andromeda_, and don't make yourself so ridiculous!

_Spurr._ (_miserably_). Well, Lady CANTIRE, if her ladyship _says_ anything, I hope you'll bear me out that it wasn't----

_Lady Cant._ Bear you out? My good young man, you seem to need somebody to bear you _in_! Come, you are under My wing. _I_ answer for your welcome--so do as you're told.

_Spurr._ (_to himself, as he follows resignedly_). It's my belief there'll be a jolly row when I _do_ go in; but it's not my fault!

_Tred._ (_opening the door of the Amber Boudoir_), Lady CANTIRE and Lady MAISIE MULL. (_To_ SPURRELL.) What name, if you please, Sir?

_Spurr._ (_dolefully_). You can say "JAMES SPURRELL"--you needn't _bellow_ it, you know!

_Tred._ (_ignoring this suggestion_). Mr. JAMES SPURRELL.

_Spurr._ (_to himself, on the threshold_). If I don't get the chuck for this, I _shall_ be surprised, that's all!

[_He enters._