george. Certainly.
abud. Thank God, Sir!
george. I will if I please.
ann. And she's doing well.
abud. There's a messenger come post.
george. To be sure . . it might have been bad news.
And slowly he crosses the garden towards the house.
abud. [Suddenly, beyond all patience.] Run . . damn you!
george makes one supreme effort to maintain his dignity, but fails utterly. He gasps out . . .
george. Yes, I will. [And runs off as hard as he can.]