Welburn. What's that you're saying—that I'm Welburn? What's that? Don't call me names. You take care not to say it again.
Rector. My dear sir, I won't say it if you don't like it. I'll leave you to rest a little longer, and I will call again.
Welburn. No, don't you call again, please.
Rector. Dear sir, don't be agitated.
Mary. Now you lie down again, and you shall not be disturbed.
Welburn. Thank you very much. [Lies down—Mary covers him and he draws the things over his head and groans].
Mrs Maitland. Oh, Rector, what do you think about it? I do depend on your advice.
Rector. My dear lady, you are positively trembling. These harrowing scenes are not good for you. Come out into the air for a few minutes. Walk across the green with me to the Rectory; the air will do you good.
Mrs Maitland [faintly]. Yes, I think I will. [To Mary]. We are within call if you want us.
Mary [ironically]. Thank you, mamma. [Mary watches them out of window]. They're gone.