Over?
Sir Timothy.
Over. [Passing Lady Filson and shaking hands with Sir Randle.] It might be that it 'ud be more decent and appropriate for me to write you a letter, Sir Randle; but I'm not much of a hand at letter-writing, and I've your daughter's permission to tell you by word of mouth that—that she—[to Lady Filson] but perhaps you can guess, both of you——?
Lady Filson.
Guess——?
Sir Randle.
Guess——?
Sir Timothy.
[Rumpling his hair.] The fact is, it isn't exactly easy or agreeable to describe what's occurred in plain terms.
Sir Randle.