They yield themselves. He has a way with him.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. We haven’t slept all night.
Newte answers with a sympathetic gesture. He is busy getting ready the breakfast.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. There’s something we want to tell dear Vernon—before he says anything to Fanny.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. It’s something very important.
NEWTE. We’ll have a cup of tea first—to steady our nerves.
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. It’s so important that we should tell him before he sees Fanny.
NEWTE. We’ll see to it. [He makes the tea.] I fancy they’re both asleep at present.
THE ELDER MISS WETHERELL. Poor boy!
THE YOUNGER MISS WETHERELL. If she only hadn’t—