Drake. But where has it gone to? Who can have taken it?
Gander. Oh, I know quite well—it's that bailiff, of course. And I know why he did it, too. It was just to spite me, as he knew that was my favourite walk.
Drake. I've thought for a long time he had a grudge against you.
Gander. Yes, ever since the day that I flapped two of his horrid little children into the pond.
Drake. Serve them right. It will teach them to come rushing about the farmyard as if it belonged to them.
Gander. And they're so rude, too. Just imagine, the other day one of them said to me, "Hallo, goosey-poosey"! I ask you, is that the way to speak to a gander?
Drake. Monstrous!
Gander. I sometimes feel inclined to go up to the castle and complain to the Countess.
Drake. Well, why don't you? It's not far across the fields.
Gander. Oh yes, I know the way to the castle gates, but when I got inside it I should be wandering upstairs and downstairs and in my lady's chamber, and not know where I was. But still, something must be done about that bailiff.