NEEKS: No, it's Shakespeare--Mr. William Shakespeare.
SIR WEBLEY: Shakespeare? Shakespeare? Do _you_ know anything about him?
NEEKS: Well, I don't exactly recall--I made sure that you----
SIR WEBLEY: The Secretary ought to be more careful. Waiter!
JERGINS: Yes, Sir Webley. [_He comes._
SIR WEBLEY: Coffee, Jergins. Same as usual.
JERGINS: Yes, Sir Webley.
SIR WEBLEY: And, Jergins--there's a man called Mr. William Shakespeare
putting up for the Club.
JERGINS: I'm sorry to hear that, Sir Webley.
SIR WEBLEY: Yes, Jergins. Well, there it is, you see; and I want you to
go up and ask Mr. Trundleben if he'd come down.
JERGINS: Certainly, Sir Webley.
SIR WEBLEY: And then get my coffee.
JERGINS: Yes, Sir Webley.
[_He goes slowly away._
NEEKS: He'll be able to tell us all about him.
SIR WEBLEY: At the same time he should be more careful.
NEEKS: I'm afraid--I'm afraid he's getting rather, rather old.
SIR WEBLEY: Oh, I don't know, he was seventy only the other day. I don't
call that too old--nowadays. He can't be now, he can't be more than, let
me see, seventy-eight. Where does this Mr. Shaker live?
NEEKS: Shakespeare. Somewhere down in Warwickshire. A village called
Bradford, I think, is the address he gives in the Candidates' Book.
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