Clara. Merry Christmas!
Warden. We came to see the Godesbys.
Clara. They've gone down the road.
Mason. Sterling isn't here, is he?
Trotter. No, haven't seen him.
Clara. Do you know why we're here?
[Mason and Warden are embarrassed.
Mason. Yes—er—er—a—many happy returns, Mr. Trotter.
Trotter. It's a great day for me, Mr. Mason!
Warden. Wish you joy, Trotter!