With which insult he starts for the dining-room reaching the door just in time to hold it open for sir george leete who comes out. He surveys abud for a moment, then explodes.
sir george leete. Damn you . . stand in the presence of your grandfather-in-law.
abud stands up. carnaby returns coughing, and sir george looks him up and down.
sir george leete. I shall attend your funeral.
carnaby. My daughter Sarah still needs me.
sir george leete. I wonder at you, my son.
carnaby. Have you any money to spare?
sir george leete. No.
carnaby. For Sarah, my housekeeper; I foresee a busy session.
abud is now gingerly walking up the stairs.