carnaby. Coward!
sarah. Besides I don't think I want to go back to my happiness.
They are silent for a little.
carnaby. How still! Look . . leaves falling already. Can that man hear what we're saying?
sarah. [To ann.] Can Abud overhear?
ann. I've never talked secrets in the garden before to-day. [Raising her voice but a very little.] Can you hear me, Abud?
No reply comes.
carnaby. Evidently not. There's brains shown in a trifle.
sarah. Does your arm pain you so much?