Agnes. Such men are scarce.
Tom. And such women plenty, but they don't come this way often.
Agnes. Did ever such a woman cross your path?
Tom (sighs). In my dreams.
Agnes (laughs). A visionary woman. Do you see her often?
Tom. As often as I see you.
Agnes (turns away confused. Aside). This must go no farther. (Aloud.) Mr. Carew, would you do me a service?
Tom. Willingly.
Agnes. A very dear friend, one to whom I am in duty bound, has left his home and friends. I have reason to believe he is in this part of the country. Will you help me find him?