carnaby. Let's have the Brighton news, Carp.
lord john. If there's any.
carnaby. Probably I still command abuse. Even my son-in-law must, by courtesy, join in the cry . . . ah, poor duty-torn Sarah! You can spread abroad that I am as a green bay tree.
carnaby paces slowly away from them.
lord john. Your father's making a mistake.
sarah. D'you think so?
lord john. He's played the game once.
sarah. I was not then in the knowledge of things when he left you.
lord john. We remember it.
sarah. I should like to hear it.