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abud leaves them, going along the terrace and out of sight.

carnaby.My head is hot. Pardon me.

carnaby is sitting on the fountain rim; he dips his handkerchief in the water, and wrings it; then takes off his wig and binds the damp handkerchief round his head.

carnaby.Wigs are most comfortable and old fashioned ... unless you choose to be a cropped republican like my son.

george.Nature!

carnaby.Nature grows a beard, sir.

lord john.I've seen Turks.

carnaby.Horrible... horrible! Sit down, Carp.

lord john sits on the fountain rim, george begins to pace restlessly; he has been nursing the candlestick ever since tatton handed it to him.

carnaby.George, you look damned ridiculous strutting arm-in-arm with that candlestick.

george.I am ridiculous.

carnaby.If you're cogitating over your wife and her expectations...

george paces up the steps and away. There is a pause.

carnaby.D'ye tell stories... good ones?

lord john.Sometimes.

carnaby.There'll be this.

lord john.I shan't.

carnaby.Say no more. If I may so express myself, Carp, you have been taking us for granted.