NEEKS: If we were to ask him.
SIR WEBLEY: Well, Trundleben, you may leave it to us. Mr. Neeks and I
will talk it all over and see what's to be done.
TRUNDLEBEN: Thank you, Sir Webley. I'm really very sorry it all
happened--very sorry indeed.
SIR WEBLEY: Very well, Trundleben, we'll see what's to be done. If
nothing's known of him and his plays, you'll have to write and request
him to withdraw his candidature. But we'll see. We'll see.
TRUNDLEBEN: Thank you, Sir Webley. I'm sure I'm very sorry it all
occurred. Thank you, Mr. Neeks.
[_Exit_ TRUNDLEBEN, _waddling slowly away._
SIR WEBLEY: Well, Neeks, that's what it will have to be. If nothing
whatever's known of him we can't have him putting up for the Olympus.
NEEKS: Quite so, Sir Webley. I'll call Mr. Gleek's attention.
[_He begins to rise, hopefully looking Gleek-wards, when_ JERGINS _comes
between him and_ MR. GLEEK. _He has come to take away the coffee._
SIR WEBLEY: Times are changing, Jergins.
JERGINS: I'm afraid so, Sir Webley.
SIR WEBLEY: Changing fast, and new members putting up for the Club.
JERGINS: Yes, I'm afraid so, Sir Webley.
SIR WEBLEY: You notice it too, Jergins.
JERGINS: Yes, Sir Webley, it's come all of a sudden. Only last week I
saw ...
SIR WEBLEY: Well, Jergins.
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