mr. tatton. As you all seem to be here I don't mind interrupting.
george. [Hailing him.] Well . . neighbour?
mr. tatton. Come . . come . . what's a little fighting more or less!
george. Bravo, English sentiment . . relieves a deal of awkwardness.
The two shake hands.
sarah. [Who by this has reached lord john.] . . And back so soon?
ann. Lord John asks to marry me.
lord john. Yes.
mr. tatton. I guessed so . . give me a bit of romance!
sarah. [Suavely.] This is perhaps a little sudden, my dear Lord John. Papa may naturally be a little shocked.