lord john. You know now.
sarah. I wonder if this seat is dry.
lord john. There's been no rain for weeks.
sarah. The roads will be dusty for you, Mr. Tat.
mr. tatton. Just one moment. You don't mind me, Miss Ann, do you?
ann. I don't mind much.
mr. tatton. We said distinctly . . . To the orchard end of the garden and back and if frightened—that's the word—so much as to scream . . . ! Now, what I want to know is. . .
lord john. Consider the bet off.
mr. tatton. Certainly not. And we should have added. . . Alone.