abud. [In an ecstasy.] This is good. Oh, Dolly and God . . this is good!
ann. [Round eyed.] I wonder that you can be pleased.
abud. [Apologising . . without apology.] It's life.
ann. [Struck.] Yes, it is.
And she goes towards the house, thinking this over.
THE THIRD ACT
It is near to sunset. The garden is shadier than before.
abud is still working. carnaby leete comes from the house followed by dr. remnant. He wears his right arm in a sling. His face is flushed, his speech rapid.
It is near to sunset. The garden is shadier than before.
carnaby. Parson, you didn't drink enough wine . . . damme, the wine was good.
dr. remnant. I am very grateful for an excellent dinner.
carnaby. A good dinner, sir, is the crown to a good day's work.
dr. remnant. It may also be a comfort in affliction. Our philosophy does ill, Mr. Leete, when it despises the more simple means of contentment.