“Coming here?”
“Yes, Syd love. He’d have come before if it hadn’t been for the race.”
“You must go back at once and stop him from coming here.”
“Stop him? Oh, Syd dear, you don’t know father.”
“Don’t know him? Oh, don’t I? Why, if he came here—oh, dear, dear, what a horrid mess! Well, I don’t know what to do.”
“Hadn’t I better stop here?”
“Hadn’t I better go and jump in the river? I wish you’d stopped at the Orphoean.”
“But I couldn’t, Syd; they’re rebuilding it.”
“Coming down here to this quiet place and making eyes at me in church till I didn’t know what I was about.”
“For shame, sir! It was you made eyes at me. I couldn’t help it.”