Ratts. No: I want a nigger.
Scud. Hush.
Pete. [R.] Eh! wass dat?
Scud. Mr. Sunnyside, I can't do this job of showin' round the folks; my stomach goes agin it. I want Pete here a minute.
Sunny. I'll accompany them certainly.
Scud. [Eagerly.] Will ye? Thank ye; thank ye.
Sunny. We must excuse Scudder, friends. I'll see you round the estate.
Enter George and Mrs. Peyton, L. U. E.
Lafouche. Good morning, Mrs. Peyton. [All salute.]
Sunny. This way, gentlemen.