ann. [Taking it.] I'll put it back.
mrs. opie. [Taking it from her.] I've never heard of him.
dr. remnant. Oh, ma'am, a very vulgar poet!
george leete comes quickly down the steps.
george. [To remnant.] How are you?
dr. remnant. Yours, sir.
george. Ann.
ann. Good morning, George.
george. Did you sleep well?
ann. I always do . . . but I dreamt.