carnaby. [Weakly to dr. remnant.] Give me your arm for a moment.
dr. remnant. I think Lady Cottesham has Mrs. John Abud prepared to start, sir.
carnaby. I trust Ann will take no chill walking through the mud.
dr. remnant. Won't you sit down, sir?
carnaby. No.
For some moments crowe has been staring indignantly at sir george. Now he breaks out.
mr. crowe. The front door of this mansion is opened to a common gardener and only then to me and mine!
sir george leete. [Virulently.] Damn you and yours and damn them . . and damn you again for the worse disgrace.
mr. crowe. Damn you, sir . . have you paid him to marry the girl?
He turns away, purple faced and sir george chokes impotently. abud and mr. prestige come out talking. He is younger and less assertive than farmer crowe.