mr. tatton. How was it I let that pass? Playing two games at once. Haven't I cause of complaint? But a man must give and take.
The master of the house, father of george and sarah cottesham and ann, mr. carnaby leete, comes slowly down the steps, unnoticed by the others. A man over fifty—à la Lord Chesterfield.
george. [To lord john.] Are you sure you're quite comfortable there?
lord john. Whatever I'm sitting on hasn't given way yet.
mr. tatton. Don't forget that you're riding to Brighton with me.
lord john. Tomorrow.
george. To-day. Well . . . the hour before sunrise is no time at all.
mr. tatton. Sixty-five miles.
lord john. What are we all sitting here for?