mr. tatton. I say people ought to be in bed and asleep.
carnaby. But the morning air is delightful.
mr. tatton. [Jumping at the new voice.] Leete! Now, had you the ace?
carnaby. Of course.
mr. tatton. We should have lost that too, Lady Charlie.
sarah. Bear up, Mr. Tat.
mr. tatton. Come, a game of whist is a game of whist.
carnaby. And so I strolled out after you all.
mr. tatton. She trod on a toad.
carnaby. [Carelessly.] Does she say so?