[Embarrassed and not going near him. Trotter rushes eagerly to him and grasps his hand warmly.
Trotter. Thank you, old man! I say! Thank you!
Mason. Miss Clara, would you do me the great favor of going down the road and hurrying the Godesbys back if you see them?
Clara. Yes, I don't mind; come along, Trotty!
Warden. You must excuse Trotter. I want a talk with him if he will give me five minutes.
Clara. Oh, certainly.
[She goes out Left behind the house.
Warden. [To Mason.] Will you see Mrs. Hunter?
Trotter. I beg your pardon, Mrs. Trotter!
Warden. [Politely.] I beg yours. [To Mason.] See Mrs. Trotter.