sarah. Beyond this?
mr. tetgeen. As I hinted, I am prepared to advise legal measures.
sarah. I could blow it over . . . but I won't perhaps. I must smile at my husband's consideration in suppressing even to you . . . the man's name. Butter and eggs . . . and milk. I should grow fat.
ann appears suddenly.
ann. We go to Brighton to-morrow! [And she comes excitedly to her sister.]
sarah. Was that duel a stroke of genius?
ann. All sorts of things are to happen.
sarah. [Turning from her to mr. tetgeen.] And you'll walk as far as Reading?
mr. tetgeen. Dear me, yes.
sarah. [To ann.] I'll come back.