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lord john.Am I the first...? I really beg your pardon.

george and ann come down the steps together.

carnaby.Ann, what do you think... that is to say—and answer me truthfully... what at this moment is your inclination of mind towards my lord here?

ann.I suppose I love him.

lord john.I hope not.

ann.I suppose I love you.

carnaby.No.. no.. no.. no.. no.. no.. no.

sarah.Hush, dear.

ann.I'm afraid, papa, there's something very ill-bred in me.

Down the steps and into the midst of them comes john abud, carrying his tools, among other things a twist of bass. A young gardener, honest, clean and common.

abud.[To carnaby.]I ask pardon, sir.

carnaby. So early, Abud!... this is your territory. So late... Bed.

ann starts away up the steps, sarah is following her.

lord john.Good-bye, Lady Cottesham.

At this ann stops for a moment, but then goes straight on.

sarah.A pleasant journey.

sarah departs too.

george.[Stretching himself.]I'm roused.

carnaby.[To abud.]Leave your tools here for a few moments.

abud.I will, sir.