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lord john.Miss Leete trod on a toad.

mr. tatton.I barred toads... here.

lord john.I don't think it.

mr. tatton.I barred toads. Did I forget to? Well ... it's better to be a sportsman.

sarah.And whereabout is she?

ann.[From the corner she has slunk to.]Here I am, Sally.

mr. tatton.Miss Ann, I forgive you. I'm smiling, I assure you, I'm smiling.

sarah.We all laughed when we heard you.

mr. tatton.Which reminds me, young George Leete, had you the ace?

george.King... knave... here are the cards, but I can't see.

mr. tatton.I had the king.

ann.[Quietly to her sister.]He kissed me.

sarah.A man would.

george.What were trumps?

mr. tatton.What were we playing... cricket?

ann.[As quietly again.]D'you think I'm blushing?

sarah.It's probable.

ann.I am by the feel of me.

sarah.George, we left Papa sitting quite still.

lord john.Didn't he approve of the bet?

mr. tatton.He said nothing.

sarah.Why, who doesn't love sport!

mr. tatton.I'm the man to grumble. Back a woman's pluck again... never. My lord... you weren't the one to go with her as umpire.