Minnie. And the injustice of it is that you must be the one to suffer—waiting here for Hilda.
Herbert. I shan't suffer; it will be a pleasure, believe——
Minnie. It's very good of you, of course; but you are quite sure I hadn't better ring?
Herbert. Quite. Don't do it, really. It's a lovely night, and——
Minnie. Well, we'd better sit on the porch, then, it's rather damp here, don't you think? [She moves toward the south steps.]
Herbert [following]. Yes, I believe it is rather damp. There's been a heavy dew. One can't afford to get one's feet wet with so much bronchitis about.
Minnie [sitting on the top step]. No indeed—I can't imagine where they can be! They were ahead of us all the way in. Why didn't we think to ask at the livery if——
Herbert. I'm sure it wouldn't have done any good. You see they didn't get their horse where I got ours.
Minnie. Oh, yes, to be sure. [Anxiously.] But where in the world can they be?