sarah. Our father is confined to his room.
george. By your leave.
Then george takes himself off up the steps, and out of sight. The old lawyer bows to lady cottesham, who regards him steadily.
mr. tetgeen. From Sir Charles . . . a talking machine.
sarah. Please sit.
He sits carefully upon the rim of the fountain, she upon the seat opposite.
sarah. [Glancing over her shoulder.] Will you talk nonsense until the gardener is out of hearing? He is on his way away. You have had a tiring journey?
mr. tetgeen. Thank you, no . . . by the night coach to Reading and thence I have walked.
sarah. The country is pretty, is it not?
mr. tetgeen. It compares favourably with other parts.