Charles. Well, what say you to lunch first?
Dolby. Nothing for me, save a glass of warm milk from the hands of a dairymaid. I’ve come down here to breathe the country air. Stop a moment. I forgot that (runs up to door C. and stands breathing hard, and striking his breast). Ah, that’s the sort; the invigorating air of the country. Ah! (with a long breath) there’s the first dose.
(Enter Nelly, R. Dolby comes down L.)
Charles. And here’s the dairymaid. My sister, Dixie. Mr. Dixon Dolby, Nelly.
Dolby. Ah, delightful (bows). What a pretty girl! What cheeks! What a shape!
Nelly. Your first visit to the country, Mr. Dolby?
Dolby. I’m ashamed to say it is, Miss Nelly. But it’s delightful; such a quantity of trees and grass; houses not quite so plenty.
Charles. Mr. Dolby would like a glass of milk.
Dolby. Yes, thank you; cow’s milk, if the cows are at leisure.
Nelly. O, quite. I’ll bring it at once. [Exit R.