mr. tatton. [Ruefully discovering damp spots about him.] Nothing vastly to matter.
lord john. Hardy, well-preserved, country gentleman!
mr. tatton. I bet I'm a younger man than you, my lord.
ann. [Suddenly to the company generally.] I didn't tread upon any toad . . . I was kissed.
There is a pause of some discomfort.
sarah. Ann, come here to me.
lord john. I apologised.
george. [From the terrace.] Are we to be insulted?
carnaby. My dear Carp, say no more.
There is another short pause. By this it is twilight, faces can be plainly seen.