onable that you should be content to
go where _I_ choose. I cannot, and will not, stand these perpetual
interferences with our original plan; it's sheer restlessness. Come
with me to Nuremberg, and I shall be very happy to be your banker.
Otherwise, you must stay here alone.

[_He compresses his lips and crosses his legs._

_Podb._ Oh, _that_'s it, is it? But look here, why not tit up whether
we go on or stay?

_Culch._ Why should I "tit up," as you call it, when I've already made
up my mind to go. When I once decide on anything, it's final.

_The Bride_ (_to Bridegroom, without enthusiasm_). Would you like me
to roll you a cigarette?

_Bridegroom_ (_with the frankness of an open nature_). Not if I know
it. I can do it better myself.

_Bride_ (_coldly_). I see.

[_Another silence, at the end of which she rises and walks
slowly away, pausing at the gate to see whether he intends to
follow. As he does not appear to have remarked her absence,
she walks on._

_Podbury_ (_to Culch., in an undertone_). I say, those two don't seem
to hit it off exactly, eh? Seem sorry they came! You'll be glad to
hear, old fellow, that we needn't separate after all. Just found my
purse in my trouser-pocket!

_Culch._ Better luck than you deserve. Didn't I tell you you should
have a special pocket for your money and coupons? Like this--see.
(_He opens, his coat._) With a buttoned flap, it stands to reason they
_must_ be safe!

_Podb._ So long as you keep it buttoned, old chap,--which you don't
seem to do!

_Culch._ (_annoyed_). Pshaw! The button is a trifle too--(_feels
pocket, and turns pale_). Good Heavens, it--it's _gone_!

_Podb._ The button?

_Culch._ (_patting himself all over with shaking hands_).
Everything!--money, coupons, circular notes! They--they must have
fallen out going up that infernal Niederwald. (_Angrily._) You _would_
insist on going!

_Podb_. Phew! The whole bag of tricks gone! You're lucky if you get
them again. Any number of tramps and beggars all the way up. Shouldn't
have taken off your coat--very careless of you! (_He grins._)

_Culch._ It was so hot. I must go and inform the Police here--I may
recover it yet. Anyway, we--we must push on to Nuremberg, and I'll
telegraph home for money to be sent there. You can let me have enough
to get on with?

_Podb._ With all the pleasure in life, dear boy--on your own
conditions, you know. I mean, if I pay the piper, I call the tune.
Now