sarah. Pretty name.
george. Dolly aspires to be one of us.
sarah. Child-bearing makes these women blowzy.
george. Oh heaven!
ann. [Calling to abud on the terrace.] Finish to-day, Abud. If it rains . . .
She stops, seeing mr. tetgeen standing at the top of the steps leading from the house. This is an intensely respectable, selfcontained-looking lawyer, but a man of the world too.
mr. tetgeen. Lady Cottesham.
sarah. Sir?
mr. tetgeen. My name is Tetgeen.
sarah. Mr. Tetgeen. How do you do?