Harry. Aye. That you must, or...
(Window in H.'s cottage runs up.)
Capt. H.'s Voice (Above). A—grinning—information—fellow coming to worry me in my own garden! What next?
(Window rumbles down.)
Bessie. Yes. I must. (Lays hand on Harry's sleeve.) Let's get further off. Nobody ever comes this way after dark.
Harry (Careless laugh). Aye. A good road for a walk with a girl.
(They turn their backs on audience and move up the stage slowly. Close together. Harry bends his head over Bessie).
Bessie's Voice (Beginning eagerly). People here somehow did not take kindly to him.
Harry's Voice. Aye. Aye. I understand that.
(They walk slowly back towards the front.)