Читать книгу Three Plays by Granville Barker: The Marrying of Ann Leete, The Voysey Inheritance & Waste онлайн

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mr. tatton.She trod on a toad.

carnaby.[Carelessly.]Does she say so?

mr. tatton.[With mock roguishness.]Ah!

george is on the terrace, looking to the left through the trees. tatton is sitting on the edge of the fountain.

george.Here's the sun... to show us ourselves.

mr. tatton.Leete, this pond is full of water!

carnaby.Ann, if you are there...

ann.Yes, Papa.

carnaby.Apologise profusely; it's your garden.

ann.Oh...

carnaby.Coat-tails, Tatton... or worse?

mr. tatton.[Ruefully discovering damp spots about him.]Nothing vastly to matter.

lord john.Hardy, well-preserved, country gentleman!

mr. tatton.I bet I'm a younger man than you, my lord.

ann.[Suddenly to the company generally.]I didn't tread upon any toad... I was kissed.

There is a pause of some discomfort.

sarah.Ann, come here to me.

lord john.I apologised.

george.[From the terrace.]Are we to be insulted?

carnaby.My dear Carp, say no more.

There is another short pause. By this it is twilight, faces can be plainly seen.

sarah.Listen... the first bird.