george. Sarah, may I kiss you? [He kisses her cheek.] Let me hear what you decide to do.
carnaby. The begetting you, sir, was a waste of time.
george. [Quite pleasantly.] Don't say that.
At the top of the steps ann is waiting for him.
ann. I'll see you into the saddle.
george. Thank you, sister Ann.
ann. Why didn't you leave us weeks ago?
george. Why!
They pace away, arm-in-arm.
carnaby. [Bitterly.] Glad to go! Brighton, Sarah.