Press.  Thanks awfully; I shall never forget it.  Oh! might I have my note-book?

     [Lord William hands it back.]

Lord W. And look here, if there’s anything—­when a fellow’s fortunate and another’s not——­

[He puts his hand into his breast pocket.]

Press.  Oh, thank you!  But you see, I shall have to write you up a bit, Lord William.  The old aristocracy—­you know what the public still expects; if you were to lend me money, you might feel——­

Lord W. By Jove!  Never should have dreamt——­

Press.  No!  But it wouldn’t do.  Have you a photograph of yourself.

Lord W. Not on me.

Press.  Pity!  By the way, has it occurred to you that there may be another bomb on the premises?

Lord W. Phew!  I’ll have a look.

     [He looks at his watch, and begins hurriedly searching the bins,
     bending down and going on his knees.  The press reverses the
     notebook again and sketches him.]

Press. [To himself] Ah!  That’ll do.  “Lord William examines the foundations of his house.”

[A voice calls “Bill!” The press snaps the note-book to, and looks up.  There, where the “communication trench” runs in, stands a tall and elegant woman in the extreme of evening dress.]

[With presence of mind] Lady William?  You’ll find Lord William —­Oh!  Have you a photograph of him?

Lady W. Not on me.

Press. [Eyeing her] Er—­no—­I suppose not—­no.  Excuse me! [He sidles past her and is gone.]

Lady W. [With lifted eyebrows] Bill!

Lord W. [Emerging, dusting his knees] Hallo, Nell!  I was just making sure there wasn’t another bomb.

Lady W. Yes; that’s why I came dawn:  Who was that person?

Lord W. Press.

Lady W. He looked awfully yellow.  I hope you haven’t been giving yourself away.

Lord W. [Dubiously] Well, I don’t know.  They’re like corkscrews.

Lady W. What did he ask you?

Lord W. What didn’t he?

Lady W. Well, what did you tell him?

Lord W. That I’d been baptised—­but he promised not to put it down.

Lady W. Bill, you are absurd.

     [She gives a light tittle laugh.]

Lord W. I don’t remember anything else, except that it was quite natural we should be bombed, don’t you know.

Lady W. Why, what harm have we done?

Lord W. Been born, my dear. [Suddenly serious] I say, Nell, how am
I to tell what this fellow felt when he left that bomb here?

Lady W. Why do you want to?

Lord W. Out there one used to know what one’s men felt.