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

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mr. tatton.Oh, dear no, they begin to sing long before this.

carnaby.What is it now... a lark?

mr. tatton.I don't know.

ann.[Quietly to sarah.]That's a thrush.

sarah.[Capping her.]A thrush.

carnaby.Charming!

mr. tatton.[To lord john.]I don't see why you couldn't have told me how it was that she screamed.

carnaby.Our dear Tatton![Sotto voce to his son.] Hold your tongue, George.

mr. tatton.I did bar toads and you said I didn't, and anyway I had a sort of right to know.

lord john.You know now.

sarah.I wonder if this seat is dry.

lord john.There's been no rain for weeks.

sarah.The roads will be dusty for you, Mr. Tat.

mr. tatton.Just one moment. You don't mind me, Miss Ann, do you?

ann.I don't mind much.

mr. tatton.We said distinctly... To the orchard end of the garden and back and if frightened—that's the word—so much as to scream...! Now, what I want to know is...

lord john.Consider the bet off.

mr. tatton.Certainly not. And we should have added... Alone.

carnaby.Tatton has persistence.