mr. tatton. What were we playing . . . cricket?
ann. [As quietly again.] D'you think I'm blushing?
sarah. It's probable.
ann. I am by the feel of me.
sarah. George, we left Papa sitting quite still.
lord john. Didn't he approve of the bet?
mr. tatton. He said nothing.
sarah. Why, who doesn't love sport!
mr. tatton. I'm the man to grumble. Back a woman's pluck again . . . never. My lord . . . you weren't the one to go with her as umpire.
george. No. . . to be sure.