Rummel.
Oh, it’s too late now; they’ll be here in half an hour.
Bernick.
Why did you not tell me of this before?
Rummel.
Just because I was afraid you would make objections. But I arranged it all with your wife; she allowed me to put things in order a little, and she is going to look to the refreshments herself.
Bernick.
[Listening.] What’s that? Are they coming already? I thought I heard singing.
Rummel.
[At the garden-door.] Singing? Oh, it’s only the Americans. They are hauling the Indian Girl out to the buoy.