sarah. No, I shall not come, Papa.
carnaby. Coward. [Then to remnant.] Good-night.
dr. remnant. [Covering the insolent dismissal.] With your kind permission I will take my leave. [Then he bows to sarah.] Lady Cottesham.
sarah. [Curtseying.] Doctor Remnant, I am yours.
carnaby. [Sitting by the fountain, stamping his foot.] Oh, this cracked earth! Will it rain . . will it rain?
dr. remnant. I doubt now. That cloud has passed.
carnaby. Soft, pellucid rain! There's a good word and I'm not at all sure what it means.
dr. remnant. Per . . lucere . . . letting light through.
remnant leaves them.
carnaby. Soft, pellucid rain! . . thank you. Brighton, Sarah.