dolly. [Calling after with her country accent.] Not parson Remnant . . t'other one.
lady leete. [Demanding.] Snuff.
carnaby. [To his father.] Sir . . my hand is a little unsteady.
sir george and carnaby between them give lady leete her snuff.
mr. crowe. Dolly . . ought those children to be left so long?
dolly. All right, father . . I have a maid.
lady leete sneezes.
sir george leete. She'll do that once too often altogether.
lady leete. I'm cold.
dolly. I'm cold . . I lack my shawl.