mr. tatton. I am in a rage with you, my lord.
george. He lives next door.
mr. tatton. My mistake. [He passes on.] Confess that she did it to please you.
lord john. Screamed!
mr. tatton. Lost my bet. We'll say . . . won your bet . . . to please you. Was skeered at the dark . . . oh, fie!
lord john. Miss Leete trod on a toad.
mr. tatton. I barred toads . . . here.
lord john. I don't think it.
mr. tatton. I barred toads. Did I forget to? Well . . . it's better to be a sportsman.