carnaby. I heard you say that you asked him. Take me in . . but not out of the rain.
ann. Look . . he's straight-limbed and clear eyed . . and I'm a woman.
sarah. Ann, are you mad?
ann. If we two were alone here in this garden and everyone else in the world were dead . . what would you answer?
abud. [Still amazed.] Why . . yes.
carnaby. Then that's settled . . pellucid.
He attempts to rise, but staggers backwards and forwards. sarah goes to him alarmed.
sarah. Papa! . . there's no rain yet.
carnaby. Hush, I'm dead.
ann. [Her nerves failing her.] Oh . . oh . . oh . . !