lord john. Arthur? . . . is at his home.
sarah. Pleasantly sounding phrase.
carnaby. His grace deserted?
sarah. Quite secretaryless!
lord john. Lady Arthur lately has been brought to bed. I heard yesterday.
sarah. The seventh, is it not? Children require living up to. My congratulations.
lord john. Won't you write them?
sarah. We are not intimate.
lord john. A good woman.
sarah. Evidently. Where's Ann? We'll go in.