Oh, this garden! they may well call it heavenly.

Lady Owbridge.

They ought not to call it that, my dear. But it is indeed full of earthly solace.

Sophy.

It must be. And what a place for a bicycle!

Muriel.

[Reprovingly.] Bicycles are not allowed to enter these grounds, Sophy.

Sophy.

[Sobered.] Oh—!

Lady Owbridge.