FANNY [interrupting]. Neither to-morrow—nor any other day. [Vernon enters, followed by Newte. She advances to meet them.] You’ve just missed some old friends of yours. [She shakes hands with Newte.]
VERNON. So it seems. We were hoping to have been in time. [To Newte] The mare came along pretty slick, didn’t she?
BENNET [he has remained with his look fixed all the time on Fanny]. May I speak with your lordship a moment—in private?
VERNON. Now?
BENNET. It is a matter that needs to be settled now. [It is the tone of respectful authority he has always used towards the lad.]
VERNON. Well, if it’s as pressing as all that I suppose you must. [He makes a movement towards the door. To Newte] Shan’t be long.
FANNY. One moment. [Vernon stops.] I may be able to render the interview needless. Who is mistress of this house?
VERNON. Who is mistress?
FANNY. Who is mistress of your house?
VERNON. Why, you are, of course.