sarah. Abud, don't ever speak of this.
abud. No, my lady.
ann. [With a final effort.] I mean it all. Wait three months.
carnaby. Help me up steps . . son-in-law.
carnaby has started to grope his way indoors. But he reels and falls helpless.
abud. I'll carry him.
Throwing down his tools abud lifts the frail sick man and carries him towards the house. sarah follows.
ann. [Sobbing a little, and weary.] Such a long day it has been . . now ending.
She follows too.