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dr. remnant.Speak Latin, Greek or Hebrew to me, Mr. Leete.

carnaby.French is the language of little things. My poor France! Ours is a little world, Parson... a man may hold it here.[His open hand.]Lord John Carp's a fine fellow.

dr. remnant.Son of a Duke.

carnaby.And I commend to you the originality of his return. At twelve we fight... at one-thirty he proposes marriage to my daughter. D'ye see him humbly on his knees? Will there be rain, I wonder?

dr. remnant.We need rain.. Abud?

abud.Badly, sir.

carnaby.Do we want a wet journey tomorrow! Where's Sarah?

dr. remnant.Lady Cottesham's taking tea.

carnaby.[To abud with a sudden start.]And why the devil didn't you marry my daughter-in-law.. my own gardener?

george appears dressed for riding.

george.Good-bye, sir, for the present.

carnaby.Boots and breeches!

george.You shouldn't be about in the evening air with a green wound in your arm. You drank wine at dinner. Be careful, sir.

carnaby.Off to your wife and the expected?

george.Yes, sir.

carnaby.Riding to Watford?