[She goes out into the garden through the open doors.
Smith. [After a silence, very suddenly.] What is that noise? She is not singing those songs to him, is she?
Conjurer. No. He does not understand the language of the elves.
Smith. But what are all those cries and gasps I hear?
Conjurer. The normal noises, I believe, of a quiet business man.
Doctor. Sir, I can understand your being bitter, for I admit you have been uncivilly received; but to speak like that just now....
[Patricia reappears at the garden doors, very pale.
Patricia. Can I speak to the Doctor?
Doctor. My dear lady, certainly. Shall I fetch the Duke?
Patricia. I would prefer the Doctor.