abud. Mr. George! Mr. George!
dimmuck. Ecod . . is he somewhere else?
dimmuck, somewhat excited himself, returns to the house.
ann. George!
abud. Mr. George! Mr. George!
george comes slowly along the terrace, in his hand an open book, which some people might suppose he was reading. He speaks with studied calm.
george. You are very excited, my good man.
abud. She's brought you a child, sir.
ann. Your child!